The hours meld into days
The days into months
Seasons pass from one to the other
Fading so as to be mingled
Stopping nor slowing its stride
Parading as such
Fading into confused nothingness
Fleeting glimpses of past and present
We strive to hold
But cannot
Time waits not
A contest entry
- Hour Glass by Malabu.
525 points, ended May 23, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wonderful
Very creative and well expressed. Thank you for sharing.
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seems we are always looking back...yet time moves ever so surely...and though we wish to turn back time to redo those things we did not do or relive the things we did right...time allows only the flow of one direction....
thank you for your entry
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Thank you for reading and your comment also for the chance to think....
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Oh, wow, I love your take on it, and your last line really seals the deal-makes me think of my procrastination poem hahaha if you snooze you just might miss the show
lol
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Thank you *Laughing* I'm so glad you enjoyed your visit
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so beautifully written. I love the message within this piece.
simply lovely.
We strive to hold
But cannot
Time waits not
my favourite verse lovely piece. I loved reading this! best of lucks in this contest!
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Thank you for stopping and reading. I glad that my thoughts to pen have given you a moment of peace and joy.
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Well done! You're right, time waits for no one. Best of luck in the contest.
Linda
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Thank you for time your in reading and your kind comment.
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