WHAT TIME DOES TO POETRY

Juanita: Sooner or later, don't all words vanish into silence?

Ella:    Of course. The moths of time devour all fabrics.

Shu:     Perhaps we should think of words as seeds. Some sprout. Others never germinate. 
         Eventually, however, all decays. . .

Juanita: (raising her eyebrows) Why are we having this conversation?

Shu:     Because the best way to treasure a moment is to realize how short it actually is . . .

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from Lit-A-Rupture: A Post Literary Construction by T Newfields
SUMMARY:  An image of birds flying against a mysterious night sky and conversation about
how time devours all things.
KEYWORDS: the moths of time, evanescence, seed metaphor, transience, poetic analysis

by T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955)
Begun: 2010 in Tokyo, Japan ⨳ Finished: 2017 in Xīn-Táiběi, Taiwan 
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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TRANSLATIONS

  Español:  https://www.tnewfields.info/es/hora.htm
  Nihongo:  https://www.tnewfields.info/jp/tokiwauta.htm
  Zhōngwén: https://www.tnewfields.info/zh/shijian.htm