Past Participle

As we get older, we begin to be more aware of time and its passage. Eventually, it becomes like a roll of toilet paper – the closer we get to the end, the faster it goes. This Poem if the Week touches on this theme.

Past Participle

Time is a substance of varying density
Its thickly ethereal gauzy immensity
Wrought by subjective subconscious propensity
Time is a lobe of the brain
And the past stays underfoot forever
Quicksand potential for every endeavor
Stepstool or beartrap or sidewalk or tether
The past is a fickle terrain
But interpretable just the same

Copyright © 2010 by Dave Grossman

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4 Responses to Past Participle

  1. Not to be morbid or a downer… While I have understood the fleeting nature of time in watching my children get older, I believe it became more poignant after my oldest brother passed away. The passing of a sibling, someone with whom you grew up with, taught you to ride a bicycle and swim, etc. seems to make you more aware of your own mortality. At least it did for me.

    I love the wordplay of this poem.

  2. Jorge, you found exactly the right words to describe the ever faster passage of time.
    I would like to write you a quote from Maxim Gorki that I read some time ago.

    “Time is passing, their hasty, small steps are getting faster and faster. Like golden dust in the red ray of the sun, people flicker in time and disappear again.”

    Maxim Gorky (1868 – 1936)

  3. Sunra Rainz says:

    “Time is alone of the brain
    And the past stays underfoot forever”

    Love this poem.

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