glimpse that moment
only in arrears
when all-of-you forgot
the limits of all-of-you
the limits
of time and capacity
of wait and weight
of constraints and laws
the cellophane governance
that wraps everything , unwrapped,
and all you felt was
fresh raw unrestrained freedom
limitless creativity flowing
from head shoulders knees and toes
the unlimited happened on that day
God himself called over for advice
and you were graceful and assisted
(quantum physics in poetry can be so complex)
your spouse sang and danced all day
your kids topped their chosen class tests
practised piano and sax-a-ma-phone unhindered
made dinner for you and cleared up
there were no arguments about device time
(they were self limited)
to produce a certain quantity of effort and
its imagined result]
in such you are free and unlimited with:
no fences seen to trip creativity
no field that can’t be crossed for looking and dreaming
no need to scale mountains
as they and you are happy to look each other
in they eye, and join together on the view
discuss the weather and subdue ,
the need to climb and prove
unlimited but not eating all
no need to consume and be a conquer-all
but simply bathe in future truth
eg: we can’t touch the sun such limits are mere philosophers un-fun
there is a well that runs deep, can’t i touch and you will sleep
tomorrow is another day where you can writ and make such hay
although I wish these were true
unlimited is not we and you
so when those brief moments come and you can glimpse
that feeling of ‘the unlimited’
don’t beat it up or crush it down
just ….
damn it poetic abilities run aground against some limits
now given the topic that IS Irony.
….
Etches Penmen
Tired and disoriented
Tullamarine
Melbourne
The base photo here is clearly looking at some wonderful dark glasses and back to a certain Park in Paris, and beyond, happy days indeed.
Etch.