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Emily Bilman, PhD is London’s Poetry Society Stanza representative in Geneva. Her thesis, The Psychodynamics of Poetry: Poetic Virtuality and Oedipal Sublimation in the Poetry of T.S. Eliot and Paul Valéry, was published by Lambert Academic in 2010 and Modern Ekphrasis in 2013 by Peter Lang. Her poetry books, A Woman By A Well (2015), Resilience (2015), The Threshold of Broken Waters (2018), and Apperception (2020) were published by Matador, UK. Poems were published in The London Magazine, Poetry Salzburg, Offshoots, San Antonio Review, Wisconsin Review, Expanded Field, Poetics Research, The Blue Nib, Poetica Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, Ex Tempore UN Magazine, North of Oxford Journal, Otherwise Engaged Magazine, Wild Court, The High Window, The Deronda Review, etc.


Trigger Warning

A meditation

As the envelope of our life-span, Time
Contains the fragments of our thoughts
That we remember and often forget.
Yet would Time be an indivisible integral
Dream made of inchoate fragments?

Like water-swathes, Time, I think,
Contains the day’s hours that diverge:
When the halcyon breeze eases my breath
Time, like iodine, seems organic as the sea.

The day becomes a tabula rasa,
The mind, a projective mirror, almost
An eye. After the day’s contents, sleep
And dreams, rejuvenate the day.
Each day becomes new.

Dreams, like Time, the recollected
And even the forgotten ones, clear
Remainders from their rubble.
Within the city’s green apertures
Our mind becomes like a slate-shaft.

Like an egg holding its yolk
Time, remains integral
In an ever-expanding present
Tangible and whole, a present
We do not wish to curtail nor stain
With the wrong ingredients.

Life’s river flows into an ever-
Transient current. The land yields fruit,
Barley and corn. The mind, in sustenance,
Integrates disparate dream-images.
Like the ocean’s currents, the present
Is flow of self into the self recognizing the other.

The present that contains us regenerates Time.

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