written for ONE STOP POETRY
Time is a solitary wanderer;
he moves ahead
for days and for many seasons,
carrying some grain and
a few leaves, kindling and twigs,
a few heaped up years,
along with a mound of soil,
and some wood for the pyre,
leaving behind only a few footprints.
All that was left was just a few footprints!
Earlier I could hear his subtle footfalls
that vibrated along with
a saga of weeps and whimpers,
a solo tear drop,
also a chronicle of smile and sanctity,
and a vivacious laughter.
I have seen Time come
and I have seen Time go;
he walks alone
with his own loneliness
and the remnants are
the lashing of memories,
and beatings of the bygone,
and just a trail of footprints.
For me and
for all of you,
once again Time has gone by.
Yet again change has won the battle
over permanence.
6 comments:
I tought of my dad who passed away ten years ago. I rarely think of him and the footprints he left. Change does win over permanance as time goes on.
Some very tactile descriptions in your poem that work very well. Nice challenge response to take it from the angle of time.
change has won the battle over permanence...and always will..which is good i think. i like the pic you paint with time as a solitary wanderer
that thrid stanza does it for me...time walks alone and is lonely...also the small bits of taking and leaving...even carrying...ncie write...
Powerful words, deep thoughts... interesting perspective.
^Dear all, thank you so much for reading and appreciating. An encouragement indeed.
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