Time dances, light as pollen in sunlight. by dochtersions
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Hi dear friends,
When I'm down because of the pain, I go 'digging' in my old poems.
Then I can forget everything that is there.
Sometimes I laugh about what I wrote, so that's good.
It's just so much fun when you can't remember what you once wrote, and I've made so many fractals;
so I'll grab one from my (chaotic) folders, although, I have a lot more photos, so someday I'll sort those out too, and maybe show them here.
Here the Dutch one:
Heeft de tijd vleugels
en hoeveel?
Heeft de tijd genoten
in de tijd die ik streel?
De speelse tijd die omvloog
in vleugelen super snel
altijd onbekommerd
in tijden van vreugd' en spel.
In de tijd van mijn leven
lijkt weinig tijd gegeven
Een tijd van leven
die hier maar tijdelijk is.
Het tijdsbestel van jaren
waarin we kennis vergaren
terwijl de tijdbom tikt.
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In English:
Does time have wings,
and how far do they sail?
Has time itself delighted
in the moments I unveil
in the hours it enjoyed
when I brushed it with my hand,
stroking every fleeting second
I could barely understand?
Those playful days flew past me,
swift feathers in the sun,
carefree in their laughter,
in the games where joy begun.
And in the life I’m living, (I mean actually "the time of my life") ;-)
so little time seems given
a borrowed breath, a passing spark,
a brief and shining vision.
For years become our teachers,
their lessons, softly picked,
yet deep beneath our footsteps
still the time-bomb ticks.
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Thank you for all the nice words you may leave here, I'm very grateful, and maybe see you next time.
#fractal, #poem, #about time, Apophysis #3dHack, #one layer.
Comments (4)
This is beautiful work.
Thank you very much, Joe!
Fantastic again
Thank you very much, illkirch!
Wisdom! Excellent work!
Thank you so much, rbowen!
I'm starting with the "next image" (the image after the last image I commented on). The first thing I noticed is that you expanded your Dutch poem into a longer English poem. And your imagery is very expressive: Your Dutch "Heeft de tijd genoten/in de tijd die ik streel?" becomes the longer and equally beautiful:
"Has time itself delighted/in the moments I unveil/in the hours it enjoyed/when I brushed it with my hand/stroking every fleeting second/I could barely understand?"
You expanded the Dutch line into a little journey of the soul, brushing past moments-of-time like one would brush flowers on a walk, "stroking every fleeting second".
And "I could barely understand" deepens what you wrote in your more "haiku-like" Dutch. (You've written several stanzas that feel like haiku, throughout your poetry.)
Then you speak of time 'teaching' us, giving us its wisdom..."For years become our teachers"---another expansion on your Dutch version. It's 'implied' in the Dutch---making the original poem a more compact, "packed" poem. Whereas the English version makes it a more leisurely, like a stroll...
A beautiful evocation of how we walk with time,of all the revelations it gives us, of how precious it can be, and yet how it warns us that it's ever-moving, never standing still. Both your Dutch and English have the same term: Time bomb. (Tijdbom, ja?) (Meditation is supposed to "stop time"---metaphorically. And deep meditation gives us the feeling of "slow time," time that has been stretched to last for eons...but even that cannot stop time: It never stops, at least not in this earthly life. (And btw, your English rhyme, again, amazes me---that you can translate so well, and use rhyme too! Professional translators spend years trying to do that well. I'm impressed!
Your fractal is like a beautifiul bronze creature or sculpture. It stands shows us its highly woven, integrated strands...they weave in and out of each other. And they form a creature who seems to crawl towards us. Or this could be a stellar object---something in the depths of space, whole and beautiful, and undetected. Your olive tones and bright greens and whites are beautiful highlights: To me, they suggest the natural coloring of bronze which has tarnished with time. Whatever it may be, it's another beautiful fractal from you. Beautiful work, both the poem and the art.
(Btw: I too noticed my name selected, in the Artist of the Year voting: It's been selected the minute I got there! I thought that happened to me because the site can see that I'm there. But if it happened to you, then someone apparently wants me to get votes! I'm really surprised. I hope no one "fixed" the voting. (Ze hebben de verkiezingen gemanipuleerd...) Sounds like my president!)
Thank you so much for your effort, and all the interesting words of your description and reflection, I've a lot of admiration for how you always write that. Gosh, I'm glad that (hopefully) no representative of your government is participating in the voting here, who knows how often the votes will have to be re selected. And who would believe who? haha, a little RR war.