Moments in Time (Lost)

 

Moments in Time.

 

A necklace

affectionately offered,

given

but,

though

more precious than wild pearls,

was foolishly forsaken.

 

Moments in Time

 

         Petals withered,

                  weathered while waiting

                coveting caresses

          of sun’s sumptuous sighs

 

Longing

lasted long,

too long

longer than Time.

 

Tormented Time

waited,

pleaded,

begged for Space to succumb

to come,

surrender sweetly.

 

Nights cried passing days

weeks weakly gave way to months.

Mornings mourned

mislaid,

lost by

lost

moments in time

Reviews

[JohnL]

How valuable time is. And how lightly sometimes we treat it. This poem is open to many interpretations and can be applied to each of us only by ourselves. Missed opportunity, missed love, missed adventure, missed rest, even . . . . and missed 'many more' - each missed because we didn't grasp the moment in time at which it was offered. No wonder there is a thread of sadness sewn into the slender length of these words, for life can be long and slender and is well represented by the form of this poignant poem. Yet even the happiest of us can identify with the regret of missed moments of time. Nobody can do everything but Oh, how we should strive to use what we have well. There is a hymn which says "Redeem thy mis-spent time that's passed and live this day as it were thy last". Sadly, redeeming time past is something we cannot do. Wisely using time to come is something we can. This fine poem receives emphases from the manner in which the poet has used alliteration. Just the right amount and not overdone. If English as you say is not your first language, then you put many English to shame; not just with your excellent vocabulary, but with the sensitive way you use and understand its subtleties.

[Emily B]

oh, oh, I wished away hours yesterday foolishly, my heart knows no better, there was a voice I wanted to hear and time stretched out too long before me

your words touched that place, wonderful to read you

[Sheila Kline]

There is truly something special about the way you write, as each time I read one of your poems, I am profoundly touched! I don't say this lightly, as though I am an emotional person, I am not touched to the level that your writing seems to invoke in me so very often!
This is once again a remarkable bouquet of words....it almost demeans it by calling it just "words"...as, it is so much more!
It has given me peace and I thank you for telling me of it!
With Friendship,
Sheila

[Angel Baby]

I could feel your words so vividly in the imagery ...pure talent penned with love from the heart and soul. Has a saddness to it but still very beautiful, loved the way it flowed. SUPERB write. P.W.

[poet2angels (lynda)]

Such sadness and emotion in every line of this...
I love this one..
I could feel your words so vividly in the imagery ...
You are a poet in every sense of the word...
writing from the heart

Lynda

[Love Struck]

I like the way the stanzas flowed. If any other writer but you had written this, it might have sounded awkward, but yours seemed to fit perfectly with the next verse. Thumbs up!

[Last Lying Look]

I really like this.
It's beautiful.
My favorite part is:
"Nights cried passing days
weeks weakly gave way to months.
Mornings mourned
mislaid,
lost by
lost
moments in time"
Amazing write.
I really felt it.
-Elissa

[J]

Ohmygoodness! This is emotion laid bare in genius strokes of intention passed one over the other . . . flowing into a further transcended level of lost ........ moments. What talent here to portray the significance of a proferred necklace to that of a love ....... leaving. Excellent, my friend. Beautifully done.

j

[Ghost of Jupiter]

A soft sadness hangs on your words beautifully in this poem. It is quite wonderful the way it flows and how the words roll of the tongue. Well done again.