Time is taught
as con-
cept; a tick-tock clock
abstraction hard
to keep since
synchronicity
never can
account for
time it takes
to walk from
A to B, and thus
I wonder if
space-time
was invented
as Albert waited
for Mileva
running late.
Albert and Mileva wedding
Today Lillian hosts at dVerse Poetics, with the subject of time. I could of course not avoid the concept of space-time, and did this little poem that’s meant to be fun.
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2016-12-13
somehow, time does seem to slow down when a man is waiting for a woman 🙂
tick tock….I’m smiling here! 🙂
This is indeed fun. Time always slows when waiting for a grand event or the person you love and speeds when they arrive. Maybe time is just mental…
Most likely possible–living brings even the genius into the realm of understanding.
It is amazing how time slows and quickens in certain moments in life. Time is the key.
So true, time is taught, and I like your word “spacetime”.
That’s a wonderful title, Bjorn! I love that you have written about Einstein and I wonder if he really did have to wait for Mileva.
I love that word break con-cept….and time is always long when you are waiting for someone to arrive ha ~ Good one Bjorn ~
Time is our paltry attempt to measure motion, & when adrenalin is activated, or drugs taken, it becomes elongated; when comatose it stops completely, perhaps. Your piece is laced with levity, very sweet & enjoyable.
If my husband could figure out how to utilize the space and time continuum he would love it, though he would not admit it
I love the idea of space-time and creating extra space for time :o)
Lovely piece Bjorn. I too love the con-cept idea.
waiting for something or someone seems like an eternity, time crawls and you wonder if it will ever catch up with your heart or mind.
Time stands still when women are trying to get ready; but if you’re late, brother, you’re in trouble.
I smiled round the end of the poem 😀 beautifully deep and profound❤️
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Very worthy of a smile. Who were they?
Albert Einstein and his first wife
See I am learning so much…
Oh, the ending makes this so sweet. I wish it was like you write it, that would be amazing. I used to think though people like Albert never divorce, they always live in harmony with their spouses who are just as great and their support and everything. I got disappointing when I learned he had a second wife
And now I wonder, because of your poem, if he invented Time for Mileva, what did he invent for his 2nd wife?
MIleva was a skilled physicist as well and there are speculations that some of Albert’s early research might have been a collaboration.
“Time is taught as con” … Oh man, I completely agree. We only care about it (time, aging, beginnings and endings, etc.) because someone told us to. I hate the very idea. I mean, really … wouldn’t it be cool if we could just be where we happen to be and do what we feel like doing whenever/wherever without regard to schedules, expectations, and requirements? I don’t know, Garden of Eden kind of stuff, I suppose.
That broken “cept” makes me think of a pregnancy test (EPT). The “c” at the beginning is either someone see-ing the results, or sea-ing them. So that would mean the expectant mother is a sea creature or that she’s throwing the test into the sea.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE the way this sounds:
“a tick-tock clock
abstraction hard” … It’s my favorite part of the poem.
Oh, now I see that “cept” could mean “except … [for] a tick-tock clock.” Or “sept” (7; September, scepter, seeped). Or anagram’d, it could be “pet c” … in which case, all the sea creatures are someone’s pets or someone is petting their heads. 😛 That also sounds like “patsy [cline?], which makes me think of playing “patty cake.” (This poem is getting very interesting! Do you suppose they played these sorts of hand games together … this husband and wife? Probably not. If they had, maybe they would have stayed together. Or did she die?)
See, “patty cake”:
“to keep since/sins
synchronicity” … Hmm. I wonder if this is suggesting an affair.
I like these three lines on their own, with “never” being a noun and the subject of the sentence:
“never can
account for
time it takes” … To me, this says that if you say “never” about something, then you’re stealing time and possibilities away from yourself. It makes me think of approaching life with a “yes” attitude so that you don’t miss out on anything.
“to walk from
A to B” … Since your name starts with “B,” I’m wondering what “A” might stand for … a person’s name, a place.
Since you hyphenated “space-time” in the body of the poem but not in the title, I think you’re seeing something hiding in the words … like “S[ylvia]P[lath] ace; tie [dye] me.” (Probably not, but it makes me smile to think so.)
Oh, how I love “was invented” on its own line. It draws out the idea of something being “in-vented.” That’s when we vent our feelings inwardly instead of outwardly. So given the context, I’m picturing him inwardly fuming over her tardiness, but on the outside, he’s still being nice and understanding.
Tee hee. “As[s] Albert waited” … Obviously I like that line break too. 🙂
“For Mileva” on its own short line makes me look for hidden words: mile VA, mil (mother-in-law? million? millennium? meal?) eva (an alternate version of Eve? Eva, from the movie Wall-E?). It never stops: my absurdly extended “gift” of sight.
The last line, “running late,” goes back to the part about the pregnancy test. So she’s “late” in the sense that she hasn’t started her exclamation point (maybe you’re one of those squeamish boys who doesn’t like to hear the other word, so I’ll mask it). And she’s running, so either she’s actually jogging while pregnant, or she’s running away (in her head) from the very idea. She’s too busy, or she knows he doesn’t love her anymore. So she’s running away from the very idea of having a baby (or another baby, as I assume she already has a few).
Sorry for doing this to you; I just can’t help it sometimes. This is one of those “abstractions” that invites me to play between the lines. 🙂
This is absolutely fascinating… though of course the whole idea of Albert and Mileva is absolutely fascinating too.
I reckon it was Albert who was always last … fussing about time, whether it expanded or contracted or existed…
Ha.
Delightful photo and poem on the idea of space-time! Honestly, I often wait for my husband…and not with such good humor as this 😉
I love the ending to this. It was unexpected to me and it was beautiful.
Love the tick tock rhythm of this. Very fun!