Capturing Time
The Rarest Thing of All
Here's the reality that's seldom unsaid:
That Time is a rarity that's fleeting like sand
Through an hourglass, ticking away
Like the hands of a clock, too fragile to stay
Where we want it. It slips through our fingers,
Always retreating, though it seems that it lingers
In the places we never thought to expect
It to be. It’s rare now that we find or accept
That Time is a diamond not easily kept
In the place we hope to guard it. Except
In spite of this we all bear the scars
Of trying to hold on to Time that’s not ours
And squandering that which is most precious.
Yet often we think of Time being obsequious
To our schemes. That we have plenty of that
Which we cannot see. And at the drop of a hat
Time will stand still and grant us our wish to return
That which we’ve lost. In the end, we all yearn
For Time to be common and easy to find,
But reality, it seems, is never so kind.
About the Creator
Kelly Robertson
Wrangler of chaos. Creator of more. Writing whatever my heart desires, from fantasy to poetry and more!
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (6)
Great job
Oh my. this is gorgeous. Very well done.
This is a great read!!
Wonderful work, and those last two lines really brought it home. Nicely done :)
You are a fine poet as you demonstrate with these wonderful words
That's a wonderful poem. Subscribed to your work.