Petitioning Time
The day first blooms, then flowers and fades away to night;
and though I’d choose to slow its progress if I might,
no part of nature sympathizes with my plight.
It is a futile undertaking trying to seize light.
Time feeds upon us all—the ultimate parasite.
There is no way to sate her appetite.
No clever words can save us from her cruel bite,
for she feeds with equal favor on dull and erudite.
Though we might flail and struggle, it does no good to fight.
If we try to outpace her, it is a futile flight.
All our human efforts to stay her just incite.
Time always is the winner, feeding on our fright.
Though we might choose to hoard our time—to hold it close and tight,
or hope that pills and potions might hide us from her sight,
no rituals or magic words that we might recite
can keep our fading colors perpetually bright.
No matter what initiatives we choose to expedite—
no matter what our efforts are to reignite
the light so quickly fading from our sight—
we cannot defeat time through acts of plebiscite.
The prompt word today is “Generous.”
Love your wonderful fusion of image and poetry, such a special start to the day for me.
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I love having a positive effect on someone’s day, Charlie. Thanks for letting me know I influenced yours.
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It is lovely. Thank you.
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Terrific poem! And it goes great with the picture.
(Don’t make that one into a jigsaw, though.) 🙂
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No, it wouldn’t be too fun to put together.
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beautiful….
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Beautifully written, especially the second stanza. You used such strong metaphors!
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Thanks, RV.
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another fine one-you are a genuine poet!
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Thanks, rabbitpatch.
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