I sit silently, watching the sand as it slips through the hour glass, each falling grain, a clanging lament of dreams yet reached..of bonds that have been broken, of memories faded.
I am beyond the ignorance of youth, yet short of the wisdom of age.
Still, in the silence I hear the bell of time, a bell that chimes but once.
It is a sound I have never heard before. It whispers a truth I cannot deny.
Time,
the great healer of wounds, the thief of our innocence, the first flower of spring, the last leaf of autumn.
You fool us when we are young. You whisper, " You will live forever."
You trick us into wasting our days, by shielding our ears from the chimes.
It is then, when the leaves begin to change their color, you shout..
This is magical, Rain...a true poem to reflect on life's mysteries, TIME.
This line was excellent:
"I am beyond the ignorance of youth, yet short of the wisdom of age.".......I hear that ;)
I think many can relate to this......brilliant job, my friend :)
It's actually the fault of the young... they are getting older and taking us with them. LOL Honestly, this was well done. Fine write... good built... passionate climax... then resolution. Well done.
No..I do not fear you, or your passing. Oh, but alas..I sit and watch the hour glass..
Exactly!! I often feel I'm short on time. No time to call, no time to visit, no time to do all that I've neglected to do to better myself. And I always ask myself, if I were to die tonight, did I at least take the time to show those around me that I love them- Did I take the time? I believe I have and that makes my time well spent.
Tears came to my eyes thinking of your situation. God Bless you, Rain and thanks very much for reminding me to appreciate and do my best with the time that I have.
Seems we all damn that hour glass,time passes in a heart beat when we are happy and crawls when we wish
to be somewhere else...........losing my daddy yesterday brings home to me how short time really is......and how
wasteful of time we can be.............but time stops for no one.
Wonderful thought provoking piece.
Don't flip that hourglass over anymore, Rain! Remember that time is man-made. Your poem is nicely constructed and brings to the reader the pros and cons of time. Time can be a robber as you point of very well. Your writing style brings about such emotions and reminds us to make the most of every moment.
My mother used to tell me to do the best I could and remember that 'life is short". I didnt' listen to her-I hung out with my friends and didn't really make any plans for my life and lived day to day. Now, winter is coming on and I copy and paste my past into cyber communities to reflect on my actions, if I am struck with Alzheimers.
Maybe I will be remembered one day by someone-today, few I know in the flesh think of me.
Watching time trickling can have a dual effect sometimes it seems to creep when it hangs heavily and sometimes it just slips away and can't be clasped.Very evocative.
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all those that have come and gone. Life is so bizarre that in some ways, my diagnosis has been a blessing.
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