Space within - touhtiw emiT

This is a clever, somewhat dark, little series. Each piece left the wanting wanting more, but was satisfying in that my brain wandered down its own trails to fill in the blanks. Well done.

Lady Minerva

I added the middle one to the original two and tried to flesh the three out a bit, but I got nothing worth posting so I apologise for any brain wandering :)

thanks heaps for your presence and thoughts, Miss

much appreciated

Time without space within is the truth of it.  This reads like a riddle but is quite profound.  It hurts more when we are given what we do not want, and so the anger enfolds.  

Great ditty Mr Lep.  speaks volumes.  :)

Hullo Magda, young witch of the Welsh seed. thanks  bunches.

you're probably right of course no doubt :) so nuff said. 'cept to say  you're very thanked for the drop by and leaving of thoughts

Ahhh..Mo Chara....

'Tis a clever presentation of words in your title....reverse reflection in Life's complex mirror.....and (trapped within the space between, while outside Time, it is indeed cold.....creates the anger and frustration.....

Time truly is a cruel master....treating ALL as equals.....surely no 'Robin Hood'.....

In its depth of meaning, this piece leads readers into a maze of thought!

Appreciate the insight of your ink!

Enchanted one, bail ó dhia is Mhuire duit  

I like your analysis of everything. it's not far off what I had in mind, so happy days

I think time is kinda like a cow. It can't do anything except go graze in a field. yes, you heard it first here. time is bovine.

I appreciate your appreciation, Lady, and thank you for your stop by and laying of thoughts

Craic, luv ~ :-*  
 
I am heartily aggravated. I stopped by earlier, began a treatise (heh) and lost it, irretrievably, and left ~ most incensed with this bloody tablet I'm utilizing in lieu of my trusty (and yet to be repaired) BlackBerry.  
 
Tis a testament to the power of your poesy that I'm back again to endeavor to recreate my lost and scattered thoughts, luv. :-*  
 
First, I do not normally read others' comments prior to commenting. I did when first I read this and I'm rather glad I did for, to me, you have two distinct and sacrosanct poems here.  
 
One is cryptic echoing its topic for is not time (and space as well, indeed) itself an enigma, puzzling in nature? Obscure betimes and mysterious? Adding that middle stanza in compromises the purity of the other two stanzas in that regard to my mind. Thus, if the emphasis you seek in the poem is on time and its inexorable nature or time and its mysteries or time just time, but your focus is time, I think you must needs pare away that middle stanza again, luv.  
 
However...  
 
If your intent is somewhat else, then the proverbial plot adds characters, becomes juicier indeed, a lusty creature and requires the sustenance you've provided of that third, middle, stanza and your poem twists sideways and eases through a doorway of further intrigue and even greater mystique for now you've added a woman to the mix... ;-D  
 
Tis a beauty either way, luv...it's all about your intent in the end. I have a suspicion you're not quite settled on that yet yourself, though, mayhap. :-*

Of course, this could all be mental masturbation on my part now I think of it and I could be wholly off, in which case, please forgive my presumption, luv. Truly.

Savaja
 
thanks, hullo. ahh, there's no place like phone ..but I've heard tablets can be addictive  
 
poem was written for a competition : perspective on time and space, or what the words invoke  
 
I figured there was something missing from the two,  something solid for the more floaty stanzas to anchor into, so I injected a strong human perspective and gave it a different font for balance  
 
you make a good point about impurity. stands to reason. there's not much by way of intent, though it did start off with cryptic intent because I like the chalenge of it. kinda like a Chinese puzzle without the puzzle or the three foot yellow guy who made it  
 
thanks heaps for visiting, and indepth analysis. it's good you didn't let the tablet beat you :)

I love how each little stanza represents a thousand moments in one. A fusion of moments that have long being accumulated only to burst like an erupted volcano and destroy everything on their way.
It's something I always try to do with my poems as well...

Ophie, hullo

your description is just as poetic as any of the thousands of moments above.  a complement in itself, so thanks

I find the whole minimalism thing tricky enough. the edit part anyway. sometimes it swings ok.  I got a taste for it after reading your catalogue

much appreciate your presence and words, Lady

Glad, and should I say honoured, that my poems have drawn you in minimalism.
It's hard, so bloody hard.. Words don't come the way you want them to, I know..
It may help if you stopped editing and focused on how you formulate your thoughts inside your head before writing. Don't rush it, let the moments/words sink in for a while, explore them inside your head, then write them down. It's all in the details...

thanks, Ophie

makes sense, an evolution of sorts. I shall put your advice into practice and see how I go :)

Love, love and love this!

 yes fo we really, really really  
cares? loll .
I adote wittiness hun. Made
my day.

Have missed...

-Howlings

Hullo, Lady

welcome back, your presence was also missed.

thank you for dropping by and leaving your footprint

much appreciated