Drops of Time

This is an old poem of mine...

Drops of time
Seconds, minutes, hours
I catch them with my hands
And put them in glass jars
With fireflies
Or hang them on the ceiling
Among paper cranes
But too soon they are gone
Lost to the universe
Nothing but soft whispers and
The moments I've made with them
Remain

Author's Note

Critiques are welcomed and appreciated!

Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderful game with drops of time and fireflies or paper cranes.
Amazed by the power of imagination.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like poetry that doesn't try to impress, but says it with simple wording that is cleverly phrased to make an impact.

accessible poetry...this draws the picture, tugs at the heart---it works.

we get a dose of time...and how we use it will either give us peace within ourselves or...


jacob

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
A beautiful word mosaic made with just fifty-one words that made me smile. Simple, poignant, and full of simplicity. This made my pneuma ponder for hours, well done.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

[An owl on the moon]

There is an elegance to your words... time being ever captured, but ever slipping through our fingers... Beautiful and bittersweet longing...

[daydreamer]

you have caught the drops of time in a brilliant way. The value of time is very well written in a small but beautiful manner

[Amila Jay]

Wow, nicely written:)

[KAREN]

Where does the time go? I love the opening lines! Nicely done!!

[bob, small b. aka invs]

you are a complicated young woman. first the story of dreams within dreams, now this poem about moments captured of capturing moments. i really enjoyed this.

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Like this write, very nicely said.