Grasping Twilight

This morning I was six years old,

       to misery immune

but as each moment came to pass,

       I’d grown by afternoon

now as dusk descends her veil

       I day-dream in the twilight,

while grasping sun and clouds

and stars…

       how old I’ll be tonight

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

Nice writings sweet poetry has a story to tell in the eyes of the youth with grace. Beautiful Words Recorded.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, Jim.

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Very haha :) Wow Short and sweet teaming with wonder a beautiful peace you have captured here very lovely indeed :) Thanks for sharing :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, Carl.

[Beccy]

So much contained in these few lines and there are times when I would be a child again; but heart and mind will remain ever young if we understand it is the mirror that lies.

Beccy.

[Rita L. Sev]

Ah, so true are your words, Beccy... Thank you for your insight.

[redflutterby]

Theres amazing depth in this poem Rita...bittersweet and so true. Wonderful...one of my favorites by you.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, Red. Been having a tough week, and your words have boosted my spirits...

[redflutterby]

Youre welcome...ive been having a very tough few months. Hope yours doesnt last that long. Hugs to you...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

With each passing moment we grow wiser… in our youth every moment comes quickly and can often be overwhelming. Great work again Rita

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks Dale. Oh, to be as young today as I was just yesterday... :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are welcome.

[Ladysue]

Grasping Twilight is a perfect title for this little, but brilliant gem. It says so much about how we look at things, how time and thoughts move and ultimately how we learn what truly matters as we grow and lean into life..and how to savor the wonder in the movement of it all.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much. Ladysue - yes, we try to grab on, to hold it for just a little bit...

[Aethereal]

Your poem is a beautiful expressed the phenomenon of ephemerality. I was inspired to write this gift poem for you:

Ephemeral

A drop of rain,
a youthful kiss
flows down the drain
to the abyss.

[Rita L. Sev]

Indeed it does... Thank you, Aethereal.

[Aprille]

This is such a beautiful poem about time, nostalgic in fact.
-olive.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Olive.

[Aprille]

You're welcome.

[Norah]

Wonderful piece of poetry :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Norah. :)

[kublakhan27]

I'm quite familiar with this journey...it mirrors the fleeting pace of childhood, though we don't realize how fleeting it was till we get to the seemingly endless trudge of adulthood, capped off by that palpable sense of aging...you've said, and lived, so much in so few words here...great work Rita, love this one.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks so much, Steve. If only we could convey to kids how fleeting it really is... but, they must live it too...