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Tempus edax rerum: time, devourer of all things...
Life’s irony is that it’s gone too fast,
we enter each into this world alone --
wish we could find a way to make it last.
Begun at birth, our days on earth are cast
and paths that lie ahead are yet unknown;
life’s irony is that it’s gone too fast.
For friends and lovers dear that we’ve amassed,
each individual a stepping-stone;
wish we could find a way to make it last.
A single chance, to never be recast --
mistakes are made, and sins we can’t atone.
Life’s irony is that it’s gone too fast.
Reflecting on the memories now passed,
unspoken words, and seeds we’ve left unsown;
wish we could find a way to make it last.
Yet in the end, we all will be out-cast,
as each of us return to dust and bone.
Life’s irony is that it’s gone to fast . . .
wish we could find a way to make it last.
© Copyright Ginny Brannan July 2011
*With heartfelt thanks to my friends at FEPC for their invaluable advice & support.
**Shared at D'Verse Poet's Pub Open Link Night #3, 8/02/11
*With heartfelt thanks to my friends at FEPC for their invaluable advice & support.
**Shared at D'Verse Poet's Pub Open Link Night #3, 8/02/11
Sharing at The Mag #186, image from Tess Kincaid. She provides the image, we the story! Written a couple of years ago, but it is a personal favorite and seemed perfect for the image prompt this week. Hope you don't mind my sharing it again here.
yes indeed the moments seem to pass faster and faster the older i get as well...nicely spun verse...love the repitition.
ReplyDeleteI think about that ticking clock too often, nice one.
ReplyDeleteIt goes by so fast....lovely!
ReplyDeleteMore tragic than ironic, I'd say. Or perhaps the irony is that when we do reach the end, so dreaded, we're ready for it.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great one Ginny!
ReplyDeletegreat job on the form. I have always wanted things to last, - used to obsess over keeping photo/scrapbook albums and journals because of it. and my whole chapbook is of poems about time! funny thing is, I seem to do better if I stay in the moment versus trying to keep the past alive. enjoyed this, Ginny. It got me reflecting a bit - thanks :)
ReplyDeleteTrue just keeps on flying by, whether one likes it or not. One thing we can't stop, so may as well enjoy it the best we can.
ReplyDeleteI love the villanelle form, and yours has really utilized the repeating lines well--they're simple and seemingly straightforward, but they catch at the brain for a bit of deeper attention. Enjoyed it much.
ReplyDeleteGreat villanelle Ginny, the favourite of the old forms.
ReplyDeleteYet in the end, we all will be out-cast,
as each of us return to dust and bone. - how true.
Cays
Oh, yes. I remember this, Ginny. A perfect Villanelle. So glad you linked it to dVerse. Victoria
ReplyDeleteI've reached an age (okay, I reached it years ago) where the passage of time has begun to carve grooves into my life up to my eyeballs. So deep that sometimes I can't see life and appreciate it for what it is and should be. Your poem was a ladder out of that groove. Thanks, Ginny.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Ginny. I sometimes try to recall the time between then and now, and it seems it was mere moments ago. Very nice write!
ReplyDeletehttp://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/11/23/the-last-grain-of-sand/
time flies,
ReplyDeletetrue words.
well done.
I hear the time walk in your words.
ReplyDeletefantastic thoughts,
you rock.
Happy Thanksgiving.
I'd like to think that I'll return as the sand in someone else's hourglass.A delightful piece.
ReplyDeletehttp://keithsramblings.blogspot.com/2011/11/hourglass.html
I remember reading this one before...don't know if I commented already or not but anyway it is still a timely piece.
ReplyDeleteThis poem deals so well with that concern we all have. Maybe someone just turns that timer upside down and we start again...somewhere else.
ReplyDeleteJamie
insightful and beautiful.
ReplyDelete:)
Beautifully crafted--thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Common topic, uniquely done!!
ReplyDeleteWilliam
Nice one.... well done! :-)
ReplyDeleteA favorite of mine, too. Time really does go by so fast, and I think as we get older, we realize that more and more.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteTime does fly.
flows like a beautiful song:) lovely
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Ginny. As one of those 'twilighters' I can appreciate how fast the clock ticks.
ReplyDeleteRight on and well-crafted!
ReplyDelete=)
It really is gone too fast...
ReplyDeleteI worry about this too, I think many people feel this way powerful words and great use of repetition
ReplyDelete"Yet in the end, we all will be out-cast, as each of us return to dust and bone." Oh how I hope you are wrong about that.
ReplyDeleteSuperb write Ginny. And I do so wish I could slow down the passage of time...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Ginny.
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