Timeline Poem: ‘Year’ (Week 32)

Here is the current progress of my 365 Day poem ‘Year’:

Day 213: See it was once the wall of a room within
Day 214: A room. Jer and Nia gaze over at
Day 215: The far side of the hall for quite some time.
Day 216: They study its features and begin to
Day 217: Reflect on the name this place must of had
Day 218: Before either of them sat gazing upon
Day 219: The ruins that remain. They turn to look
Day 220: At each other as similar thoughts
Day 221: Blossom in the forefront of their minds. “I
Day 222: Wonder if this place ever had a name,”
Day 223: Says Nia, as she holds up her hands to
Day 224: Frame the scene like a movie director,
Day 225: “Places like this used to always have such
Day 226: Wonderful names.” “I’ve never thought of that
Day 227: Before,” says Jer in response, “but now that

‘Year’

Day 1: Moss covered bricks tell stories of ancient
Day 2: Civilizations lost and forgotten;
Day 3: Of Kingdoms left in ruins; and of castles
Day 4: Laid low before the world. All that once was
Day 5: Has fallen like the footsteps echoing
Day 6: Down these abandoned corridors into
Day 7: The heart of discovery. Seldom are
Day 8: These hollow halls remembered, let alone
Day 9: Unearthed by unexpected travelers.
Day 10: The whispering forest and lingering
Day 11: Breeze are stirred by their approach. Like guardians
Day 12: They swing their gaze, with intention, toward those
Day 13: Penetrating the silence. With eyes wide
Day 14: And hearts aglow two eager explorers
Day 15: Edge toward the unknown. Their steps carry more
Day 16: Than picnic baskets and blankets, by their
Day 17: Steps dreams are woven into reality
Day 18: And imagination intersects the
Day 19: Present like a sunset fading into
Day 20: The horizon. The world stands before them
Day 21: Like a story, being told and remembered
Day 22: Concurrently as each breath is taken.
Day 23: Cautiously, both walk beneath the arching
Day 24: Gaze of the vigilant protectors, careful,
Day 25: Like a silent wind across a lake, to
Day 26: Disturb as little as possible. They
Day 27: Tread upon the earth as if it is glass
Day 28: With shimmering, unbroken, reflections
Day 29: Dancing, hand in hand, across the surface.
Day 30: Starring into the glade both breathe in, with
Day 31: A sense of profound awe, all the beauty
Day 32: Unveiled – like an entrusted secret at
Day 33: its first telling – in their midst. This is not
Day 34: The scene they had expected to enter;
Day 35: Nor the setting they had envisioned. The
Day 36: Essence of this newly discovered realm
Day 37: Dwells beyond their thoughts and senses – beyond
Day 38: All reality and reason – like the
Day 39: Recollection of a dream as wakeful
Day 40: Eyes give birth to the morning. Side by side,
Day 41: They stand: a boy named Jeremiah and
Day 42: A girl named Antonia – when they are
Day 43: Together she calls him Jer and he calls
Day 44: Her Nia. The Birds sing at their approach.
Day 45: They whistle beautiful tunes, that mankind
Day 46: Could never reproduce – in word or in
Day 47: Song. Vines cling to the ruins, holding
Day 48: Together the last tangible remnant
Day 49: Of legends and myths long since forgotten.
Day 50: With precision the sun tarries across
Day 51: The vibrant afternoon, like the hands of
Day 52: A pocket watch intending to predict
Day 53: The arrival of the next train at the
Day 54: Station. The day unfolds like the blanket
Day 55: Stretched across the abandoned windowsill
Day 56: Where the wandering couple seat themselves
Day 57: To converse about the ruins, over
Day 58: A picnic lunch. “If you could imagine
Day 59: Anything right now, this very moment,
Day 60: What would it be?” says Jeremiah as
Day 61: He pulls items from the basket like a
Day 62: Magician pulling a rabbit from his hat.
Day 63: (He’d play the part well, but for his lack of
Day 64: Top hat and suit coat – a respectable
Day 65: Magician would never preform in blue
Day 66: jeans and flannel). The question hangs in the
Day 67: Air, like a cloud shifting and changing with
Day 68: The wind, as Antonia intently
Day 69: Searches for the shapes they choose to resemble.
Day 70: Each shape seems blurred at first, but with a slight
Day 71: Adjustment the essence of their contours
Day 72: Comes rushing into focus. As she probes
Day 73: The invisible she wears her thoughts like
Day 74: A veil that covers her contemplative
Day 75: Expression. She is always quite careful
Day 76: About the words she lets slip from her mouth.
Day 77: Each and every syllable of each and
Day 78: Every word holds a distinct weight to her.
Day 79: To say too little would keep nothing fixed
Day 80: To reality, but to say too much
Day 81: Would leave no room for imagination.
Day 82: So she speaks only when she is sure of
Day 83: The depth and meaning of the words spoken.
Day 84: As she searches for the proper arrangement
Day 85: Of words her thoughts mingle with the rubble
Day 86: Of a palace that captivates her
Day 87: Mind completely. She stares into its core
Day 88: As if it is a mystical portal
Day 89: Reaching into the recesses of a
Day 90: Reality that borders the edge of
Day 91: Fantasy and a fantasy that clings
Day 92: To the fringes of reality.
Day 93: “As I gaze into these ruins,” says Nia
Day 94: “The whole world seems to be growing within
Day 95: My mind like a kingdom in reverse. Silent
Day 96: Stones slowly climb back into place; ancient
Day 97: Kings discreetly rise from their graves; hollow
Day 98: Halls fill, note by note, with melodious
Day 99: Echoes; and secretly, from the corners
Day 100: Of solitude honor and virtue are
Day 101: Grafted into a dominion that finds
Day 102: Its rulership before its demise.”  She
Day 103: Pauses for a moment, replays her words,
Day 104: And carefully examines the weight of
Day 105: Each repeated phrase. Then she gently nods
Day 106: As if to confirm a proper use and
Day 107: Positioning of letters. Silence fills that
Day 108: Which was pervaded with words and empties
Day 109: Each passage it had come to satisfy. In
Day 110: These seconds passing before them Jer looks
Day 111: Deep into her eyes to watch the kingdom
Day 112: Breathing backward toward the beginning.
Day 113: “I had always imagined what it would
Day 114: Be like for the world to grow against its
Day 115: Nature,” says Jer. “I’ve imagined forests
Day 116: Sprouting through recomposing soil as
Day 117: What is becomes what was. I’ve envisioned
Day 118: The rising of the sunset and the falling
Day 119: Of the sunrise as both edge along the
Day 120: Skyline, lapsed in time, like a clock spinning
Day 121: Counter clock-wise, in search of the
Day 122: Conception of words. I’ve seen vines descend;
Day 123: Ripples circle inward; moss retreat from
Day 124: The northern face; and stars roll back toward the
Day 125: East.” Here Jer pauses, to gather every
Day 126: Possible thought and piece them together
Day 127: Like a puzzle. “Wouldn’t it be grand if
Day 128: We could see people moving backward through
Day 129: This continuum before us. If we
Day 130: Could watch humanity rewind itself
Day 131: Scene by scene, like a film being re-watched
Day 132: For the first time. If we could hold in our
Day 133: Visage the stories of old, embodied
Day 134: In elegant threads, being rapidly
Day 135: Unwound toward the birth of ideas. Would
Day 136: Not that be the greatest of all possible
Day 137: Experiences.” Finishing he smiles
Day 138: And continues to watch kingdoms regress
Day 139: Progressively in her vivacious eyes.
Day 140: Nia takes a moment to tuck her hair
Day 141: Gently behind her ear and makes her reply.
Day 142: “Time lapse serves nature well, but not mankind
Day 143: For the depth of a person is hard to
Day 144: Measure. With a person there is much more
Day 145: Than a surface. There are facets that no
Day 146: Eye could truly see and that no lens could
Day 147: Genuinely capture. Within every
Day 148: Man is a depth that can only be seen
Day 149: Through his inner eye. Through his sight and sharing
Day 150: Alone can the true alterations and
Day 151: Revisions of his heart be understood.
Day 152: Science, reason and logic are foreign
Day 153: Concepts when one is presented with the
Day 154: Inner workings of the human mind.”  At
Day 155: This point so much substance has dispersed
Day 156: From her that she concludes and asks gently,
Day 156: “May I please have my sandwich and a sip
Day 157: Of hot tea?” Instantly seeing her needs
Day 158: Jer reaches into their picnic basket.
Day 159: From within he pulls out a provolone
Day 160: And salami sandwich, enclosed inside
Day 161: Of a bag that reads, “My beautiful girl.”
Day 162: After handing it to Nia he pours
Day 163: Her a steaming cup of honey-lemon
Day 164: Tea, and waits as she beings the process
Day 165: Of filling herself once again. Before
Day 166: Even another syllable wets her
Day 167: Lips she partakes. She bites off a corner
Day 168: Of her sandwich and then hugs the cup with
Day 169: Her tender hands. Each finger, interlocked
Day 170: Around its base, collects warmth from its contents.
Day 171: She holds to it firmly as if it were
Day 172: A golden chalice discovered from some
Day 173: Ancient civilization. Together
Day 174: They sit, framed by wood and stone, fixated
Day 175: On pictures that seem to come alive within
Day 176: Their view. Above them the light blue sky stands
Day 177: Still as clouds dance around the sun and leaves
Day 178: Burst forth from their crowded stems. Each second
Day 179: Stirs within them a hope that is yet t0
Day 180: Be revealed. As they watch time poses and
Day 181: Accelerates in the same instant. For
Day 182: An immeasurable moment time slows
Day 183: Its pursuit of the present and begins
Day 184: To chase down the future. Second by second
Day 185: Frames build covertly around realities
Day 186: That will not exist for quite some time, while
Day 187: All their thoughts rest on the edges of
Day 188: Serenity. Jer slowly slips his hand
Day 189: Into Nia’s and secures himself
Day 190: By her side. The window where they are seated
Day 191:  Is perched within a wall that borders what
Day 192: Appears to have been a great hall. Of this
Day 193: Hall four walls stand firm, but the roof has
Day 194: Crumbled beneath the weight of time. Along
Day 195: Each wall door-less entries and window-less
Day 196: Views beckon curious wanderers to
Day 197: Peer inward. If they were to do so they
Day 198: Would see a great mound of rubble clothed
Day 199: In moss. Within this mound wayward seeds find
Day 200: Shelter as they bury their roots and rise
Day 201: For the very first time. Saplings, vines and
Day 202: Wild plants fill the space like an overgrown
Day 203: Garden that has been neglected over
Day 204: The years. They decorate its interior
Day 205: With grays and browns. Of the surrounding
Day 206: Walls three out of four are made of stone.
Day 207: The forth wall, however, is a stack of
Day 208: Brick on top of mortar and mortar on
Day 209: Top of brick. It appears, at a glance to
Day 210: Be an outer Wall, but upon closer
Day 211: Inspection one will notice that it is
Day 212: Not. With this understanding one clearly
Day 213: See it was once the wall of a room within
Day 214: A room. Jer and Nia gaze over at
Day 215: The far side of the hall for quite some time.
Day 216: They study its features and begin to
Day 217: Reflect on the name this place must of had
Day 218: Before either of them sat gazing upon
Day 219: The ruins that remain. They turn to look
Day 220: At each other as similar thoughts
Day 221: Blossom in the forefront of their minds. “I
Day 222: Wonder if this place ever had a name,”
Day 223: Says Nia, as she holds up her hands to
Day 224: Frame the scene like a movie director,
Day 225: “Places like this used to always have such
Day 226: Wonderful names.” “I’ve never thought of that
Day 227: Before,” says Jer in response, “but now that

© Jeremiah Dowling 2012

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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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