Nothing but Moments

Nothing but Moments

 

We are no more than

A series of moments

And

Maybe not that even

 

Precious in passing

And

Only fleetingly felt

Like a dandelion clock

 

Pon a casual breeze

Blowing

Yet mostly just

Slipping away

 

And all without fuss

On what might once

Have otherwise been

Nowt but a summer’s day

 

Smiling and dreaming

Waving and knowing

Lips nicely puckered

For kissing and loving

 

Every tick of the clock

As we shuffle through time

We are but glorious

Moments like that I would say….

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we would like to be remembered like a beautiful rose, or a neatly manicured lawn of a life...
but if our memory fades so fast like dandelion in the wind...
we can hope to find our own glory somehow...and at least have lived, whether we are remembered or not.

[Neville]

thank you for visiting these words and sharing your thoughts here jacob... N.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

This truly tells that nothing last forever.
People only spend few moments all together.
In one way or the other,
something comes to set them apart,
Only leaving behind some memories,
that could even fade in the counts of time.
By the way, better to enjoy the moment while it lasted,
because, every opportunity soon expires.

Well penned, Neville.

[Neville]

thank you kindly Kay.... Neville

[Fay Slimm]

Moments we may be but glorious moments - loved every one of these evocative lines.

[Neville]

and you may not be aware of just how much that is appreciated... very he say'es & true...