Curdled In Time

[contention]

Crawling, Running,
Gaining Speed,
Among the bonds
Which lay unseen.

From where and when,
To here and now;
Doth pull the blade
Which drives the plow.

Rocking cradle,
Settled earth;
The two told blankets
Beyond our birth.

As East to West
From start to end;
Each day a mockery
That taunts within.

Thine opened eyes
Shall see the light,
To close again
And burn as bright.

A slave to death
In labor of life
Is we who work
Our wrongs to right.

Captured before
Our first breath sprung;
Intwined in nets
From toe to tongue

But branded by
That bended spoke,
Will kindle the flame
Yet burn the smoke.

Escape is lost,
The fight shall pierce;
For age is the war,
Futile is fierce.

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Ah, this piece is a small and quick one. It was done within an hour and because of that I do hold a disdain against it as well. It's main draw on things was supposed to start out as a, "Define what you see" kind of poem. However, it became something merely on my mind. For that, I don't hold a high liking on it. Yet, the rhyme scheme seems choppy as well. Likely though, I was able to substain the meaning throughout a few stanzas. Sometimes the mind jumps around, and for that this goes off here and there. The main construction behind this piece has to do with the subject of "Time". Of course, going over what time is, is something that needs not be done. But, I was trying to go for an aim that "Time" holds us within our grasp. Rather if this is a good thing or a bad thing is up to your own personal opinion.

The first stanza of the poem goes over a mere explanation of our growth under time. We are carried by the bonds of this beast, and therefore from the time we crawl to the age we run it is never gone. The second stanza explains that no matter where time is and how it continues, it constantly brings the "blade" of death alongside. Thus the image to the plow constantly moving. For we are but fields, ready to be sowed by the very scythe. The rocking crade and the settled earth refer to the crade you are carried in as a child, and also the earth which you are placed in after death. They are two things you can be sure of after you are born. The showing of East to West compared to the start and finish submits its idea to birth and death as well. The sun mocks us everyday by rising and falling, it is but an image of our lives.

The fifth stanza brings a moment of thought to the eyes. Which of course, states that in life eyes see the light. What is the light I can not explain. Likely something we see in life, or that we are drawn for in life. The light is that which makes us continue. After death, when your eyes close, they shall open again elsewhere. But here, for eternity, they shall burn as bright as your dreams. We as well are slaves to death, for we can not be free from it. We work its labor of life, merely to fall on our knees to itself in the end. We try to right or wrongs, when we of course should leave them be. For we feel in "time" we shall die, and we need them to be solved to feel pure in the heart. The next stanza states that we are captured by time before we even get to breathe. It controls us from the toe to the tongue. Note that it does not go up to the mind, we are free in there. Forever to learn and continue, to escape the draw of things.

We are branded by time as well, and while when we die its flame may burn out. The smoke from it shall always be there, enough to erode away our bodies. The last stanza explains itself. That's all I could come up with, I'm not fully happy with this.