Seconds tick by endlessly,
the time between
one thought
and another.
A thought that captures
a moment
and spins it into
a tapestry of memories.
Woven into the fabric
of a single lifetime,
left behind
to gather dust and tears,
laughter stains threads
and tomorrow adds
another image.
Still, seconds tick by
the time between
one thought
and another.
Author notes
This poem uses Option 4 - Time.
A contest entry
- Its all about the comments by Never.Give.Up.
700 points, ended August 11, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feel free to be as critical (or not) as you like...
Comments
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I really enjoyed this, the lines seemed to be spaced out while reading giving the illusion of time slowing the then gathering speed.
A wonderfull write and I wish you all the best in the contest.
Rose
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what more can I say than what has already been said?
you struck a cord in me that not many poems can.
Well done
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Hello. A nice write, nothing I can be critical about, so sorry on that count. This write has a strange metaphysical vibe to it. Your write reminds me of this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAk2wUkmguk&feature=related . I wish you well in the contest. My regards.
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A lovely reflection on time. It leaves a bittersweet feeling.
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