Monday 20 April 2009

Parallels Of Time.

Parallels Of Time.
by S. Mackinder (c) April 1994.

Who can explain the past, present, the future as well,

Are they lines that run along side by side parallel,

Could it be the atmospheric weather,

Which brings them to entwine together,

To create some strange phenomenon to appear,

Causing the spine to chill with fear,

Some folk would freeze on the spot and look agast,

When confronted with an apparition from the past,

Or - is it all in the mind that holds the key,

Should we unlock the minds door for everyone to see??.


26 comments:

Cezar and Léia said...

The mind has an infinite power!
Brilliant poem!Congratulations!
Many thanks for this beautiful post!
Léia

Dr.John said...

Interesting poem.
Great picture.

ancient one said...

Answer to the question.... GOD ....

Rune Eide said...

That was a deep one. Now you are entering the realm of cosmology or theology or philosophy.

A picture to be proud of!

PS Suggested reading: "End of Eternity" By Isaac Asimov.

ANNA-LYS said...

I guess this post is posted just today due to the great Stephen Hawking. I heard he is hospitalized today, and very very ill.
he said that there exist real time, and imaginary time ... he must have been inspired by Your "Parallels of Time" (1984)

Hawkings has much more to accomplish, I hope he will be back "on stage".

Barbara said...

Great poem - something to ponder about. Love the photograph, perfect for the poem.

This Is My Blog - fishing guy said...

Mac: Nicely written with a great sky photo.
I really like your new header photo with the horse and the mallard.

DeniseinVA said...

Marvellous photo and poem, makes you think it really does. Great post!

Laura ~Peach~ said...

lovely post fantastic photo!
:D

david mcmahon said...

Brilliant work and imagery.

Susan English Mason said...

The poem is good, but the photo you put with it is perfect. My son is majoring in physics in college. There are no words to adequately describe Steven Hawking. I hope he recovers.

Lew said...

Or is it parallax in the camera's eye? Or maybe parallax in the mind's eye! Thoughtful post and great image! Stephen Hawking would be the one to answer this one.

Catherine said...

Beautiful words by S. Mackinder, & a stunning capture by you Imac!!
Hope your week is as beautiful & as interesting as this post! :)
Cat

Tom said...

Great picture Imac.
This poem is very deep my friend, I see I was not the only one to make a 'Hawking' connection.

My mind is saying under lock and key.... there's stuff spinning around in there I don't care for. ;o)

Unknown said...

A photographic poet now then are we? Great poem and photo. Is this going to be the first of many?

Anonymous said...

That was deep Mac.

Do you find you worry more as you get older - my mother would worry if she didn't have something to worry about.

Something cropped up yesterday afternoon, which if not getting me in a panic, had me running around in ever decreasing circles. I stopped long enough to ask myself "why worry?".

While we plan and conspire, in reality we we have very little if any control over our future.

Anonymous said...

There is a lot to speculate about in these few lines. There is dreaming and that, for some, is reality in the future. Interesting post.

Abe Lincoln
Brookville, Ohio

ANNA-LYS said...

Had do come back too enjoy the beauty in the lines and the lens.

<3 <3 <3

Willard said...

A very interesting and thoughtful poem, with a terrific photograph to match. Awesome!

Unknown said...

Great capture and poem, imac!

Jinksy said...

Well, aren't you the clever one? Congrats on another POTD mention, too. x

Rune Eide said...

Congrats with the mention at David's! Well deserved.

Anonymous said...

The mind is indeed a very mysterious thing.

CJ xx

Cath said...

Fantastic capture and love the prose.
And the title.

Congrats on POTD!

Susan English Mason said...

This makes two in one week, doesn't it Stewart? Congrats! Did you see we were side-by-side in the list? How fun was that.

Susan English Mason said...

This one really is a winner, Stewart.