Moments
Each moment ticks, falls
into the land of forgotten time.
There it lies, wishing for another
chance to become again.
This is the land of memories lost,
of past challenges, of the furtive
adventure, youth gone …
remembered in faint glimpses.
We are chained to the fleeting,
round, full, delicious moments
when youth had its way with the heart,
all healed by a kiss.
Time changes, moves on,
becomes more of an old friend
than a constant adversary, one who
cushions the blow of finality with
a compassion of its own.
Time is constant, unwavering,
resolute in its search for the next
memory, the ticking never ceases.
Glenn D. Clarke 11/09
November 21, 2009 at 10:41 am11
glenn, the beautiful work takes me back to memories that i have stored in my mind of the things in my youth. when i am down i sit and think of the things that have helped me move on but never forget. but also i to do look for new memories to add to the old so i can store them in my mind for a look back when i get low and want to remember the good times and the bad that helped me move on to be a better person and friend. thank you for writing this , no one could have written it any better.
December 2, 2009 at 10:41 am12
this makes a statement about the love a man and woman have for each other. even if love is too strong a word they have feelings and find ways to make the other feel what’s inside of their soul