Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Time

The mind
circles back
again
and again
replaying those things
not yet erased
by the ensuing seconds
which tick relentlessly
over lifetimes.

And through the
sand-filled hour glass
time slips quickly
and is as impossible to
hold back
as a screaming child
on a summer water slide.

3 comments:

TACParent said...

I love this poem. I can relate with the first stanza fully. I absolutely adore the comparison of holding back time to holding back a screaming child on a summer water slide. Nice.

Dymphna said...

Thanks!

Kay said...

Damn that gravity! Amazing how you can look back and remember the times that went so slowly, as if they would never end, and the times that go so quickly, you wish them to never end... great sentiment here!

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