Fleeting Moments

Fleeting Moments

A Poem by Dezaraye

Moments flutter by on butterfly's wings,
Unevenly flittering through the air.
Here, and then gone again,
Leaving an impression of beauty,
Leaving a unique mark,
And forever changing life.

 

Time is fleeting,
Slipping through the cracks.
Sand in an hourglass.
There's always too much,
But never enough.
It's precious,
It's taken for granted.

 

Time is constant,
But each moment is unique.
It is steady, always beating,
But changes in an instant.
Growing, evolving, never freezing
Time is all we really have.

© 2008 Dezaraye


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The moment we realize time is all we have but have wasted so much of it in the past or living in the past and not for the now and possible future is at times for some a moment of greif and sadness. You captured this almost panic state as you find yourself wanting to do more with the time you have. That is all any of us can do, is do he best we can with the time that is allotted to us.

Really enjoyed this piece I could not help but to start reading it in the beginning at a normal pace and found myself reading it faster towards the end as if the tempo had picked up in my head.

Wonderfully Done!!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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You know it... it seems we take advantage of your time forgetting how precious each moment is... then as we get older we look back and focus on memories past and the things we didn't do thus cause current time to slip away too... it becomes a vicious cycle... So beautifully written with a message to humans to stop and smell the roses.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I know I've read this before, I've even left a comment on it but still it strikes me again because I've been writing a little poem in your honor and it has some of the same ... well, you'll see when its done. :+)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

We waste so much of it, and in the end we've got nothing left.

Time is fleeting,
Slipping through the cracks.
Sand in an hourglass.
There's always too much,
But never enough.
It's precious,
It's taken for granted.

jkb

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow Dezaraye, I'm glad I discovered this gem, It is one of the best poems on the Cafe that I have read. A pleasure to read and amazingly true. Time is our friend but also our ememy, it depends on how we use it, foolishly or wisely. I'm going to have to live well past 2000 years to get everything done that I want to and then by the time I near 2000 I will have planned another 2000 or so years worth of things to do. So I guess I never plan on dying.lol
Seriously though this is beautifully written.
I love it. and it's going to my favs.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A great description of time and passing moments. An inspirational piece to live life in the moment and enjoy every second because it's gone before we know it!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh this one i like
the fleeting moments of our lives.....
better hold on to them,
and remember to never forget them.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully stated. I like how you point out the paradoxical nature of the natural flow of life versus the mechanical notion of time. Nice piece.
Peace,
Chris

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A great poem and so true to life! We take all the unique moments were are given in life for granted for in the end we do not remember specific days or years we remember the moments that happened within them, a few grains of sand that stand out in our memories. At the end of our days we will not recall every moment ever experienced but the ones that changed who we are. Great write.


Brette

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really love the introspective feel of this poem. The images to you "butterfly wings," are beautiful and help to give the poem added depth and beauty. Another great job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A nice introspective look at time and its truer importance. It really isn't the destination so much as the journey that we will remember the most. And, time is fleeting, unstaed, dynamic, ever changes... except in one arena... it never stops moving.

Thank you for sharing this. I liked it, a lot.

Cheers!
Doc.


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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