Passage of Time
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
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.
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.
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
I created a video (with the help of Canva) to introduce these poems on Instagram and other social media.
Here are quotes from the video, not including my own.
Whether it’s the best of times or the worst of times, it’s the only time we’ve got. —Art Buchwald
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream. —Khalil Gibran
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
A New Year beckons… and do I have plans!
A Look Back, A Step Forward, 3 January 2024
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