Time Travel
I love a good challenge, and Tricia at Miss Rumphius has provided a tough one: Write a poem that begins with one of five preexisting lines. I’ve written both a limerick and a four-liner, altering the limerick’s first line a bit so it conforms to limerick rhythm rules.
Here’s my limerick:
Time Travel
By Madeleine Begun Kane
Please stop all the clocks. Cut the phone.
Pull the plug on each ’puter you own.
Ain’t the silence sublime
As you go back in time?
With your thoughts you’re at last all alone.
And here’s my four-liner:
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
While wondering why I felt so cowed
By life, while others lived unbowed.
Must be like them, I vowed, aloud.
UPDATE: My limerick seems appropriate for Simplicity Day, celebrated July 12th in honor of Henry David Thoreau’s birthday.
Tags: Henry David Thoreau, July Holidays, Mind & Spirit, Minimalism, Odd Holidays, Simplicity Day, Technology Limerick, Time Travel
Oh, I love it when people rhyme with fresh words. :)
~S
I liked the cloud line but couldn’t get my head wrapped around a way to use it. This is a good one.
Thanks Sister AE! That 2nd poem isn’t typically the sort of thing I write. I’m usually lighter or satirical, not so somber.
i love your use of ‘puter.
I’m into time travel physics; I did a Google blog search and found your entry. When I read your limerick it reminded me of a sort of poem that expresses how light is always ahead us, as the great thinker and hero of the scientific world Albert Einstein predicted.
I can see by your poem theme, are you necessarily into time travel? I’ve got a passion for how time travel works and I have created short stories and articles illustrating this. Would you like me to send you a link to my work?
Hi GT and thanks for your comments. As you can see, my time travel poem was more about whimsical nostalgia than science. But by all means, post your link here. Perhaps it may bring you some readers who share your interests.
Geoffrey Thomas here. Thank you for your reply. I’m honoured to receive it so quickly with positive enthusiasm.
I have two sites. One of which is a recent development I’m still in the processes of transferring my files from my other older site to my new blog site. The main site, which I don’t know how long will be available, is called Theclipboard.net that opens a home page showing categories to my other non scientific interests from a true story collection to a collection of human sciences true including what I call time travel and parallel universes.
I must apologise for my not very bright home page. I’m currently in the processes of designing a much cleaner looking page.
So, thank you very much for your kind support. I hope you enjoy some of my true stories and perhaps some of my thoughts about human nature I’d discussed in my human sciences folder.
Geoffrey Thomas.
I Thought I’d drop you a line again on something I’d come up with you may be interested in I don’t know what I’ve written is a limerick or not. It came about because of an annoying recurring stomach upset from time to prompting my curiosity to research my local library on my digestive system to learn how it works to help me apply my mind over matter reaper data.
This is what I came up with
The input is the mouth.
The output of the mouth to the input of the oesophagus
The output of the oesophagus to input of the Stomach
The output of the stomach to the input of the Duodenum.
The output of the duodenum to the input of the small intestine.
The output of the of the small intestine to the input of the Caecum
The output of the caenum to the input of the large intestine.
The output of the large intestine to the input of the Rectum
The output of the rectum to the input of the Anus
The anus is the output.
I just though I’d sent a line about it.
Thank you very much for your support.
Geoffrey Thamas again
I though I’d let everbody know of a little secrete to self easteme
If we are habitually not at piece with our indiscretions, we are war with ourselves.
At war with ourselves, we are at war with others
At war with others, we are at war with the world.
When we habitually reconcile our indiscretions, we forgive ourselves.
When we forgive ourselves, we are at piece with ourselves.
When we are at piece with others, we are at piece with the world.
Piece with ourselves in ourselves forgiving ourselves.
Nifty limerick! Do you play with centos also? I find them harder than writing my own stuff. :)
Thanks Constance! No, I haven’t tried centos. The only forms I’m really comfortable with are limericks and haiku. I guess I should get more adventurous. :)
I liked the four liner better.
I enjoyed both these, the limerick specially
Liked this. You must have gone forward in time to realise it would soon be needed :-)
those 2 were great kane…