RIBBONS OF TIME
L.
Well-trimmed verse
Entrusts itself
Unto your
Knowing
Heart.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Ribbons
Of time
Unwind
From Infinity’s spool
And loop and heap
In convolutions
On the floor of space
Beyond recall.
And though we sleep
And dream of Life,
We fail to use it up,
This fleeting
Ribbon of reality,
This Now,
This All.
_____© Nellieanna H. Hay
A life is like a song -
Existing only in the moment
Of its tune or breath,
A mere record on a journal page
A note upon a music sheet.
If there's no life,
There's no song,
Just mere artifacts, ~
Mere excrement
Of life that's done
Or un-begun.
Offer these not to me
In place of life.
I must live life,
Make music firsthand,
However fleetingly.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Strands of life
Interwoven loosely
Touching barely
Making contact
At right angles,
Making tangles
Here and there
Upon the square
Corners of the loom;
Making room,
The why of it escaping
Through the mesh,
Unnoticed by
The weaver.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I make no gods.
Creator is creating
From within
And has no name.
Light defies analysis
Because it travels not
Exclusively
In time or space.
Though leaves its trace.
Its outward
And its inward
Are the same.
___© Nellieanna H. Hay
Once children
In a magic garden were we,
Glorying in our
New-found ecstasy;
Now, grown are we,
Outgrown love's first blush,
And in a rush
To build our brand new world
In another - distant - galaxy.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Your bequest to me
Is the muted brilliance
Of your shadow,
Rippling 'cross
My everyday,
Casting shadowy phantoms
Of its depths
Along the way,
Highlighting shimmering
Pools of mine,
Where even words
Intrude.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Need I aver
How much
You please me
Just being You-nique?
Need I explain
The surge of joy
You activate with words,
So beautifully distinct?
Need I confide
The stirring of this heart
At your very presence, name,
Knowing it's reciprocal?
Need I define
The certainty of being
Kindred spirits - when
Recognition is unequivocal?
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
© 2011 Nellieanna Hay
Comments
I recieved your message with great joy you are doing better.My prayers also go out to your daughter in such a difficult time.Family is so important. Life is a cycle of constant change. I have changed bicycles many times and only now realized its not the bike but the rider.(lol) Once again I am learning the hard way.Loving life more and more. My wife sends her deepest love. Have a beautiful weekend.
Here it is a little over a year later. January 31, 2019. So many changes in the world and in life. As we age we learn so many new things. Love is a bond that is stronger than anything we will ever know. It picks us up when we are down. It lifts us higher when we think we have reached the top. It forgives those who have done wrong. It is everyone's gift to the world. Love and more love is only to be found. I send you my deepest love. Thinking of you often and the beautiful love you have spread here on Hubpages and all the times you showed how much you cared. Have a beautiful night.
It is 12:40 in the morning and I am sure half the world is asleep. I am relaxed and here it is February 26,2018. For years people have said the saying T.G.I.F. Thank God It's Friday. I like my own version of that by changing it to T.G.E.D. Thank God Every Day. I have been writing and enjoying so many things in life. The days and nights are beautiful. When I wake up and see the morning sun I have a list of thank you's in hand. I want to thank you for sharing so many wonderful moments of sweet joy. Happiness flows in every direction. Pleasant dreams and a world of love is here to stay.
I am up early before the sun and the birds. The weather is in the 40's now. I am well rested from two days off from work. My wife and I have Wednesday and Thursday's off and that is like most people's weekend Saturday and Sunday. I enjoy so many things. Reading and writing are on the top of my list. We both squeeze in all we can to catch up on things we couldn't do when we are working. Your life is fascinating.Thank you for sharing and caring. When you write a hub I often think what was your inspiration. Later you explain a story of your life and I play connect the dots. Many times it's a different story that I have in my head. Life is funny that way. As we both share a wonderful day ahead Who knows what stories will be told. I know one thing they may be boring to some, bold to other people but they never get old. It my life and I am so proud to have lived through every moment. Thank you so much. Have an inspiring day. (Shells)
I returned only to read all the comments. I use to read all the comments after reading someone's hub. With very popular hubbers like yourself it could take me days just to read just the comments. I always want to say something different than someone else. To show I gave some thought into what I read. Sometimes it seems all the other hubbers covered your hub wonderfully and nothing can be added.A short I loved your hub will have to do. I could easily get lost in reading the hub or comments I would run of time and not leave any comments. That would defeat my purpose entirely.Sometimes I think one way and because lack of experience and knowledge of a particular subject I would be challenging someone else's expert opinion. When I read your hub and listened to the you tube video I thought it was beautiful. So much I now listen to the same one in the morning before I get up and start my day.Something about it. Relaxes me. Then I found how another hubber didn't like it. So I realized do I say something or not. What I loved the best was this hub was written five years ago. I see how time escapes me. Thank you for writing it then and commenting now. Ribbons Of Time fits perfectly.
Christmas will be here before we know it. I often think back to when I was a child and both my parents were alive. How wonderful it was then. We got a couple of board games my brother and I had to share or that was the last game we would ever get from Santa (mom and dad) we knew but we never dare ask the question there is no Santa Claus because of the slightest chance no more gifts or surprises. We got gifts from mom and dad also but the good stuff came from Santa. I remember getting clothes too. I was also so thankful and the closest we came to electronics is a flashlight with batteries. It wasn't till later some games or toys required batteries. I remember thinking if only life could stay the way it was. All my uncles and aunts were alive. Now I have only three surviving aunts total from both sides of the family. I was in grade school and I was always learning something new. School wasn't my favorite thing but I managed to always try my best and got b's and c's. I had too try harder to bring up the c's. I love to talk sometimes too much and I love to go out and play after school. Now that was some forty years ago. I have my own family. Even though no children(Gods) wish I love all my nieces and nephews and now their children. Looking at them and seeing the laugh brings back all the joys in life. I have my own home. That's a white lie. The bank owns our home and we get to live here for the next twenty five years until our mortgage is paid. I have been blessed with the opportunity to always have work. Having worked for thirty three years for the same company I do my best and always try to make things better. Recently I have decided to refocus and let things be as they are and spend more time on my own personal life. Writing more when ever I feel like changing something. Learning to accept life for what it is. A marvelous opportunity to just be alive. Everything else is icing on the cake. My father use to tall me as long as you have your health you have everything. I feel aches and pains which are so minor to so many other people's problems. I often feel I have no right to complain. Then here I go again finding fault with the craziest, littlest things. I think about you often. Praying mostly for your good health and what beautiful joys you have brought to my aging body and soul. I don't know God's great plan but I do know I am thrilled every time I open my eyes. Even with one bad eye like you I know only too well how precious sight is. As I learn to quiet my mind and move my fingers at the same time I discover many worlds within my world. I like to call them imaginary but the words I read come to life as if they were all action figures ready to play. All I have to do is type and they leap off the page. They do all the work. I just watch and learn. The things I see I don't even think about they just come naturally. The more I type the more eager and excited the words are to meet other words and they form their own family. Well I just felt I wanted to share a secret I don't tell none else. Thinking my thoughts are safe with you. I wouldn't want the guys in the white coats to come for me. (Lol) Have a beautiful moment. Then until the next one I will anticipate and many more after. (Shells)
Nellieanna A simple Thanksgiving is what I enjoy the most. I went over my brothers house and they had the whole family over. About twenty of us. I prefer one on one. Too many things happening at once. I get a head rush. Later in the evening many family members had left and we had a game of Scrabble. My mom and I use to play it a lot. It brought back more good memories and at the same time making wonderful new memories. The seven remaining continued to share the simple joys by appreciating everyone and putting an end to a great day. The children playing earlier and the many conversations that take place simultaneously fascinate me. We all get busy with work and are own individual lives it is nice to see the big picture. My brother and his wife had a lovely turkey and ham and so many desserts. I love to nibble and take a bite here or there. Best of all I like to relax and think. I am so happy your Thanksgiving was pleasant. Appreciating all of your detailed and elaborate comments over the years. I thought I would return the favor in a much smaller version. My comments seem microscopic to yours. The love and passion make it bigger than it really looks. (shells)
What a touching hub. It triggered many thoughts. My mother use to have a box of ribbon for bows she planned on making. I loved the colors. Each one different in color and width. I also remember candy ribbon that taste good. For some reason it reminded me of eating glass. Different memories of an earlier time that now has left a good thoughts to reflect on. I hope you had an amazing Thanksgiving and relaxed and enjoyed your day.
This is such a powerfully expressive poem by you Nellieanna, I truly enjoyed reading this one.
It had the feeling of mysticism written all over it, so magical, and as if such a moment of being able to float in space without need for a oxygen tank does or has existed once upon a time.
It also made me feel as if I were becoming a part of the cosmos somehow while reading it, just simple amazing what your words have made feel here.
Your usage of words is quite profound yet remains very simple to digest at the same time.
You definitely know how to place them all into the proper order, to draw the turest poetic art forms onto the pages here. What a wonderful poem, thumbs up and getting shared.
I found you and asked you to be my friend...
Ms. Nellieanna.. are we friends on facebook?
I am Deborah Brooks Langford
You have a gift like no other. Your words bring about a beautiful sense of peace and contentment, a joy that I have not found anywhere else. Thank you for sharing such beauty.
How can one read these and not feel the love pouring out of your heart Nellieanna. Just beautiful.
I'm properly stuffed. :)
Neillieanna, you know this is too much yum for one hub, right? We could spend paragraphs discussing every poem. You are awesome, big sigh....
Nellie, you are the loving, caring, wise, nurturing grandmother figure I never got to experience.
You're such a lovely, inspiring woman.
Thanks so much for your support and poetry.
hugs*
Ben
simply beautiful!!!
Wow! great hub... great poem....very artistic with the ribbons.
I have to say that I love reading the comments as much as the poetry at times! The banter back and forth, the wonderful words penned on the pages of Hubland are superior and often make me smile. I like to think of all of us as ribbons that entwine between one another, linking us all to the words, the emotions, the feelings that are invoked. And as always Dear Lady, your words are as beautiful as you.
Thank you for also bringing sunshine to a rather dreary day.
*hugs*
Laurie
This hub left me feeling like I had just been embrace by the most loving arms...a feeling that lingers on...just splendid! The music and illustrations are perfect...lovely indeed! WOW!
quiet beautiful thanks.
How beautiful.. each one a velvety ribbon, each one glowing and glistening to make this marvelous tapestry of poetry. Your design and your collection here make this utterly delectable.
there are so many favourites in here but I really do love:
Love has melted me
And let me run downstream to be
Dispersed and lost
In her fathomless sea.
Oh! To be regathered
To splash against
Her shores again.
Thanks... voted up and awesome!
I jsut adore the poem that has "Just being You-nique?" and also the one after that. Beautiful like you :-)
absolutely beautiful. as always :o)
The why of it escaping
Through the mesh,
Unnoticed by
The weaver.
Loved this line. the whys do escape me everyday. these are beautiful poems. and the song exquisite.
You never fail to make me laugh and smile and go "Aww!", my dear friend.
Biggest hug!!!
You are a rare ray of sunshine to me in that lousy world. Thank you for so much joy.
OK smarty pants... I still think wot i writ wos rite, Innit.
If braincells made noise as they work, the whole world would have to wear earmuffs when you write your hubs Nellieanna. The beauty of your words, and the sentiments that they express, allied with the exquisitely clever way that you combine them with the delightful pictures and music, make them a true wonder to behold.
Thank you.
Something Just for you...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuHdCjCmsF8
Although you can share it with Twilight Lawns if you like !
Beautiful poem, that I think enhanced the music. Like everything you do, your talents and inner beauty come through and make everything better than it was. You are one talented leopard lady!
Nellie, my friend, you have started my day in the most delightful way. I chuckled (I was far too properly brought up than to Laugh out Loud... and I would never under any circumstances, LOL).
By the way, should one (another one, of course) "laugh out loudly"?
After all, "laugh" is a verb, and the governing word should be an adverb, not an adjective.
..well your hubs are like epic works of art, poetry and light ..... it kinda makes the epi-man look like a backwards kid playing with his crayons ........
A beautiful blend of music to listen to while reading your beautiful words Wonderful. Add the heady aroma of freshly brewed coffee.... Sunday morning perfection.
"Oh! to be regathered
to splash against
Her shores again"
You are exquisite in description, but then you breathe elegance from life; what else can come from there?
I'm sorry, I think I did our friend Ludovico a slight disservice, I should have pointed out that I once heard a work of his that definitely veered away from his norm, and went something like:
Plink, plink, plinkety, plink, plink, plunk, plinkty, plink.
And if I were to ring Classic fm, and ask for Gilbert and Sullivan, they would most probably tell me to bugger off.
As always I'm speechless after reading so many deep-deep thoughts worthy to ponder for hours. Thanks, Nellieanna, you make us see the beauty in love and life. Voted up and awesome.
Nellie, my Dear Friend, I am prone to say what I think (as are you) and Classic fm the main (or only) British radio station devoted to classical music seems to play him ad nauseum. Plink, plink, plinkety, plink, plink!
He is very popular, and perhaps you should listen to him and get more out of him than I obviously do.
Let me say that Classic fm also play movie music, 'Indiana Jones' and The Dam Busters' March' (hardly classical) sort of stuff... but I have never heard them play Gilbert And Sullivan, whom I love.
There is no other word to describe you than simply BRILLIANT. Your scribes are all encompassing, your depth is like a dark abyss to your heart and soul, yet with so much color, brightness and artistry with a sprinkling of darkness from time to time. I feasted on these verses and fell gently into a deep sleep of content.
"A life is like a song -
Existing only in the moment
Of its tune or breath,
A mere record on a journal page
A note upon a music sheet.
If there's no life,
There's no song,
Just mere artifacts, ~
Mere excrement
Of life that's done
Or un-begun.
Offer these not to me
In place of life.
I must live life,
Make music firsthand,
However fleetingly."
Thank you Nellieanna, you've made my day. Wink and hugs
Beautiful! You were right the music does enhance the poem. Loved it
Nellieanna,
ooooh! I got chills - ribbon of time is certainly well-trimmed, to put it mildly...
up, awesome, beautiful
Strands of life really got me
Loved it!
C
Nellieanna, your poetry is so loved because i feel everyone is feeling that you have looked into their souls and found the deepest parts thereof. These are all beautiful, as usual, but the poem that commences with: "A life is like a song" is unbelievably lovely.
Voted up, beautiful and awesome... So there!!!
I must confess that I find Ludovico Einaudi's music to be the most overrated pretentious twaddle I have ever heard (I must learn to say what I really think, and not hold back)
Can't top any of the comments, awesome stuff thanks :-)
Pushed all the buttons for me so pushed them all for you......
All I need to say is beautiful Nellieanna.
Thanks for sharing,
take care
Eiddwen.
With ribbon around rose,I,m entwined by this prose...Nellieanna.;)
Another beautiful, spiritual and philosophical hub! The poem below is one I can truly resonate with, as well as the one about being a child once.
I make no gods.
Creator is creating
From within
And has no name.
Light defies analysis
Because it travels not
Exclusively
In time or space.
Though leaves its trace.
Its outward
And its inward
Are the same.
Rated up and beautiful!
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