Elegy to an Instant

Every now is new
and restless in its unmarked tomb,
though joined by one
magnificent and restive shower
of its fellows, gone and
raining down forever, never
save within this write,
justly celebrated,
loved,
or understood.
     ~

Reviews

[Marie]

An elegy is written to something dead. I suppose instants dies as soon as they're born...

[Dean]

yes they do

[Edward Lancheister]

so much to be thankful, i love this short poem. my favorite line " gone and
raining down forever, never
save within this write,
justly celebrated,"

moment to be capture that forever carve as a memorial. thanks for share :)

[Dean]

thank you. I'm off to look at yours!

[Edward Lancheister]

your welcome :)