Time

And how does your time go, today ?

     

I sit silently, watching the sand as it slips through the hour glass, each falling grain, a clanging lament of dreams yet reached..of bonds that have been broken, of memories faded.

I am beyond the ignorance of youth, yet short of the wisdom of age.

 Still, in the silence I hear the bell of time, a bell that chimes but once.

 

  It is a sound I have never heard before. It whispers a truth I cannot deny.

Time,

the great healer of wounds, the thief of our innocence, the first flower of spring, the last leaf of autumn.

 

You fool us when we are young. You whisper, " You will live forever."

You trick us into wasting our days, by shielding our ears from the chimes.

It is then, when the leaves begin to change their color, you shout..

"It is not a game! "

 

I damn you for your constant movement !

I damn you for fading the memories of my youth !

I damn you for the plans I saved for tomorrow !

I damn you for reminding me I am mortal !

 

No..I do not fear you, or your passing.

 

Oh, but alas..

I sit and watch the hour glass..

Reviews

[Jenny Davis]

This is magical, Rain...a true poem to reflect on life's mysteries, TIME.
This line was excellent:
"I am beyond the ignorance of youth, yet short of the wisdom of age.".......I hear that ;)

I think many can relate to this......brilliant job, my friend :)

[Otter]

Another great piece, well done.

[AngelEyes]

Wow. This is powerful. This reminds me on how short life can be, and that we really need to make the most of it, each and every day. I'm going to save this as my favorites in that it is will be a motivator for me to not procrastinate on things and people that matter the most to me.

[The Random Writings Of ..]

I fear time, I hate to admit it, but I fear it. Time it seems to go so quickly, to quickly, The thought of this piece is wonderful, it truly makes sense to me, and you are so right in this aspect. This is a great piece and one I need to return to from time to time, to remind me there is time and who knows how long that will be.
xoxo

[Forest Green]

Caught as we are between fear and admiration for the value of time.

Excellent work.

Thanks for the send.

Forest

[The Outlaws' Song]

This is a beautiful poem.I read it the other days but didn't have the guts to write a review over it.Silly me:))
Great piece.
Doina - The Outlaws' Song

[Leesah]

There is much truth here....loved this..

[Gary H]

Time waits for no-one as we wait for it to pass. I think this poem really captures the thoughts of us all affected by this man-made invention. As it goes on I agree, we are left with memories and plans for things to do tomorrow. I'm sure at writing class we looked at time once just to see if we could write without it - almost impossible.

Great work once again.

[J. Hampton]

Time.......
is a constant ...it is our perspectives of it that change
much like sun or rain....
we alternatley pray for it and curse it....
we mourn it and scorn it...

I can't remember seeing it more efficiantly scribed...
I could not seperate one verse as a fav....wonderful write Ray

Now that I am over 40 looking at less ahead than behind ...most likely
days are so much more appreciated

Blesssssssss

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I am a little sleepy .. so this is short ... it is one of the best i have read this morning,,so true .. so sad but true ,,great as always you make us think and i am glad for that..

Chloe
xoxo

[Vanessa Whiteley]

This is not a new idea. Indeed, it is one of the great universal themes. Omar Khayyam was writing about it a thousand years age. Fitzgerald's famous translation affirms:

The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

So no not new but there is a lovely movement between the wistfulness of the opening lines and the forceful

I damn you for your constant movement !
I damn you for fading the memories of my youth !
I damn you for the plans I saved for tomorrow !
I damn you for reminding me I am mortal !

And the exclamation marks for added emphasis is unusual and rather old fashioned. You hardly ever see exclamation marks in modern poetry. But then this whole poem has a rather charming old fashioned air that is aided by lines like 'Oh, but alas..' and the choice of font.

This poem is very easy on the eye. I have read it through a few times now and just noticed the metaphor of the bells which seems like an allusion to John Donne's

Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

But then I guess this is the sort of poem where one will keep noticing new things. A lovely poem.