Poetry

TIMELESS

/ Stefan Nicholson

Time!

What is time? 

If not a countdown within the continuum, not withstanding its varied pace,

It is also the vacuum in which we think we are awake,

As sleep is a state unknown, in as much as whether it even exists.

For we wake each new day afresh . . . perhaps . . . or, maybe start anew,

With altered form and memories, by some random thoughts, within an empty mind.

And time is merely a distraction,

Enhanced by our timepieces and natural cycles, to make us feel we exist at all.

When all we do is think . . . in the moment . . . forever.

Time is just some simple, unexpected consequence.

Merely moments of being . . . With unintended, instantaneous thoughts . . . . . . .

(from my book: “Introverted Moments” – available on Amazon)

Cosmic Girl

/ Stefan Nicholson

With the Aurora appearing in many parts of the world due to massive solar ejections from coronal holes (sun spots), I thought I would post a personified poem about it.

I kissed this girl.

She turned to dust!

The wind blew her far away.

Then I wondered why the dust did swirl,

Thinking, she maybe was about to stay.

She is my cosmic girl and I love her so.

Aurora shines when she comes and goes.

With electric eyes and magnetic lips,

Fluorescent hair and those fusion hips.

She is a girl on fire

Charged like an electric wire,

She’s my Supergirl from Skog.

My astral flame, my heart’s desire.

She is a solar star . . . my mystagogue.

This poem is from my 2024 poetry book, titled “Introverted Moments” – available from Amazon Books – read below by “Digital Ami”.

BACK to HOBART

/ Stefan Nicholson

If you’re heading back to Hobart on an autumn day,

You will see the mountain rising over Sandy Bay.

When you feel that light wind blowing up from old Iron Pot,

Then, you know you’re surely blessed with what you’ve got.

Come and roam our island home

You will always have a place to call your own.

Hear the wind call you home

It’s time.  Return with sails aloft, full blown.

Have you heard the cat play fiddle in the city mall

Or have you shopped in Salamanca at a market stall

Or explored the Channel sailing out from Oyster Cove?

Oh, there is always somewhere close to rest or rove.

Come and roam, fresh air and crashing foam,

See the rolling hills and rivers flow.

Hear the wind call you home.

It is time. Return with sails aloft, full blown.

Note: Song lyrics and music by Stefan Nicholson