Passage of Time

Four poems

Art by Dan Cristian Pădureț on Unsplash

Transtemporal

lost in the currents of time
time travelers weave through 

eras like yarn on 
a cosmic loom

every step forward or back
woven into the fabric of existence 

witnessing empires rise and crumble
love ignite and fade they are reminded

time is a river and 
we are all but drifters

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Time Passing

Time, a river flowing swift;
Each passing day, a petal falls,
Like autumn leaves, it drifts and shifts,
A symphony of murmurs, it enthralls.

A tick of the clock, a melody unrolled, 
As time paints life’s grand design;
The sun dips, rises, stories unfold,
A canvas of moments, forever enshrined.

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Words Unwritten

Her heart wept for the 
untold stories, 
the unspoken truths, 
the uncharted territories of 
the human soul. 

Her mind, a vast landscape of 
unexplored realms, 
beckoned her to wander 
its labyrinthine corridors, 
to unearth the buried 
treasures of imagination. 

As ever, the hour hand of the 
clock ticked with cruel precision, 
a constant reminder of her mortality, 
stealing away the precious seconds, 
minutes, and hours that remained.

Oh, how she yearned to chase 
the wild winds of inspiration, 
to dive into the depths of the 
unknown and emerge with 
tales that would ignite the hearts 
of those who dared to listen. 

Her words, like forgotten echoes, 
whispered in her ear, 
urging her to write faster, 
to write with urgency, 
for time was an unruly chariot, 
wherein she was only a passenger 
racing towards the precipice of eternity.

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The Sum of All

Time
A capricious lover
Both a blessing and a curse

A relentless hunter
Chasing after us
Its footsteps echo

In our hearts’ chambers
Reminding us of our mortality
In wrinkles etched upon our skin

Witnesses to its unyielding march
It steals our childhood innocence
To replace it with

Cynicism
Responsibilities
Burdens of growing old

Time
An artist, creating its masterpiece
With every passing second

With strokes of laughter, tears
Joys, sorrows
Love and loss

Each stroke joining with the next
Weaving experiences
That make us who we are

Shaping the jagged cliffs 
Of our fears and smoothing
The edges of our dreams

Our life’s gallery
A masterpiece of 
Intricate beauty

Time
A passage to
Finding purpose and meaning

Twining, threadlike
Touching our hearts with its fingers
Imprinting moments long gone

Let us embrace
Let us dance
Upon its fragile thread

Cherish each moment
As if our last
For in the end

It's the sum of 
These moments
That defines us

Author’s Note

I created a video (with the help of Canva) to introduce these poems on Instagram and other social media.

I took the photos in the video on one of my walks around a lake near my home. Abstract art piece is by Dan Cristian Pădureț on Unsplash.

Here are quotes from the video, not including my own.

1. Whether it’s the best of times or the worst of times, it’s the only time we’ve got. —Art Buchwald

2. Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream. —Khalil Gibran

3. One day, you're 17 and you're planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life. —John Green

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