Time incites the mystery.
Space makes ample room to see.
Breath absorbs it patiently–
Strong you stand and watch with me.
Should we fall or should we rise
Victory glows in our eyes.
Death, no matter how it tries,
Drops in time its thin disguise.
Text: I am linking the tanaga to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting with the theme “superhero”.
Photos: “Remains of Autumn Soon Will Pass”, above, and “Tree Spending Time in Sunlight”, below, linked to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme “time”.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
ah yes….what is the phrase? Death waits for no one? Our time always ends in death. We are mortal beings indeed.
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Yes, it is all of that. Thank you, Lillian!
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Frank, I feel something quite mystical and beautiful in this poem, which is quite apt when it comes to writing about death. It is life’s greatest mystery. My daughter is reading Phillip Pullman’s “Clockwork”and the opening pages have some brilliant prose about time, which I think you’d really enjoy. I loved it.
I also thought you might find this flash I wrote interesting. It’s about a failed suicide attempt and somehow it’s had people in stitches. https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2018/03/07/a-stone-in-my-pocket-friday-fictioneers/?wref=tp
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Very nice story! Thank you, Rowena!
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What is the disguise death wears? I’m not sure? Like what you did.
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It may be the one we have given it. I’m not sure what the lines really means. Thank you, Annell!
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I don’t know; I don’t see death. I see a very sexy rhythm — like an invitation, or incantation. I think the speaker is Death … ready to have some fun.
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It is meant to be an optimistic poem even with death referenced in it. Thank you, Maple!
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Death drops it’s disguise. ..I like this. It reminds me that it waits around corners and pounces daily. A good tanaga.
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Thank you, Vivian! I wondered whether that line made any sense.
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Made a lot of sense!
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Good play on words with the title and the superpower to see through illusion.
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It is seeing through illusion. Thank you, Amaya!
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I love the first 3 lines of this! And yes death is an absolute
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I am glad you liked them. Thank you, Mary!
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I love your perspective of the win win situation. Whether we rise or whether we fall…still winners! Great job Frank!
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I do see it as a win-win. Thank you, Dwight!
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this chills the bone. epic choice of words
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Thank you!
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Birth and death remain the biggest transitions we undergo, though both are not appreciated in the same manner.
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Thank you, Reena!
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Brilliant!
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Thank you!
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There is no other power in world really… the only winner in the end.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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Death certainly is the super power.
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Thank you, Judy!
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I like your last two lines as well. Death drops it’s disguise. We get older and discover we’re no supermen
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Thank you, Walter!
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You are right, Frank. Death is the one certainty and it can come at any time.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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MAN, that second stanza is powerful. So well done, Frank.
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I am glad you liked it, De! Thank you!
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Seed Fallen
What Rises
Wheat Comes..:)
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Thank you, Fred! Grain from seeds.
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WinKs..
Continue
To Rain..:)
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