Tempus Fugit

Minute poem

 

 

Tempus Fugit

 

The minutes pass by fast or slow

They come and go

 without a pause.

Simply because

 

that is what they’re meant to do.

They’re passing through.

They cannot stay,

 brook no delay.

 

They’re measured by the tick and tock

of every clock

You can’t deny

 time must pass by.

 

4-May-08

 

Minute poetry

 

poeticpiers

 

Eight syllables first line

4syllables in each of next three lines

Strict iambic meter Rhyme pattern

Aabb. Ccdd Ee Ff

Three stanzas

 

devised by Linda Newman

Reviews

[Sarah]

Wow, what a unique form of poetry. o= I'm gonna have to try this sometime. XD Anyway, this poem was fabulous and your language captured the inevitability of time going by, regardless of what goes on around it. Great job & I love the title too! :)

[Astrid Hamilton]

Poeticpiers,
you are always near
when words are in rhyme
and silly things are sometimes said,
written,
and mostly philosophical shorts are you:
teaching that you do;
that poetry which is always raw,
and this minute,
I appreciate to learn and to smile, at the end, the tempo of the
Aabb Ccdd Ee Ff
(you'll have to teach me that in more depth someday, as to the notes, what they mean, their placement in not the poem, but poetry- like the tap, tap, tapping of the foot, the rhythm made not even from rhyme, but from the lace of words chosen, to live)
and those notes, keys,
made me giggle a little
as you're silly,
in a good way,
and I am a fan of your work.