Time

A poem I wrote!

On a cold Durham day,

The refreshing breeze,

As I lay on the soft grass,

I hope that the time will freeze.

As the dew drops kiss the leaves,

And curious are my eyes,

The scent of the flowers,

And the melancholy dies.

It gets cold as time,

As at noon come the snowflakes,

As I see them,

Oh! My breath it takes.

As the snowflakes descend the ground,

And the children sway in snow,

I tell time,

I never want to grow.

Reviews

[ElizaB]

Hello Dhrit Khona,

Please correct my interpretations if they are wrong!

I took the snowflake(s) to be a metaphor for childhood. It is white, and therefore innocent, it is delicate (as are children) and it is, (until caught) perfect. It can also be overlooked, usually when one is in the phase of childhood we wish to remain young forever or we wish to grow up through fear of missing out. I was the former, I did not want to lose the freshness of life when I was young.

Your metaphorical language captures everything that childhood is :)

Best wishes,
Eliza

[R Smith]

lovely imagery and poetry, each line a breath of fresh crispy cold air, great work my friend :)

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Wow. Such moments are rare but they do come once in a while when we want to cease it. Live in it forever.
You beautifully described it, Dhrit.
I particularly enjoyed the imagery!

[Francis Orion]

Great title. We all have those moments where we just want to reveal in that particular one. Myself, being a father, I truly feel the last line, if not for myself but for him. Nice job.

[Dhrit Khona]

Thanks a lot!

[Terrence Chang]

Good write and the lines are good