Ephemeral Epiphany

Like a flower that wilts, Like a tower on stilts, This life's just a vapour, Bite the dust, time scraper, Like the fall of Eden, Like the call of Big Ben, Time hurries rapidly, Life scurries vapidly, Like a wave that abates, Like the grave that awaits, The dew soon disappears, Milky moon slowly clears, Like a leaf decaying, Like belief that's swaying, Wax wings are temporal, Good things ephemeral.
24th February 2023 For "Inspired by Robert Frost's Nothing Gold Can Stay" contest Sponsor: JCB Brul
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Faulkner Avatar
February 24, 2023 at 5:21 PM
This is so hauntingly eloquent, Jo, especially love 'like a tower on stilts' - life feels so precarious sometimes, so value the gold while it is there, best wishes for the contest~
Pandit Avatar
February 24, 2023 at 6:16 AM
Your ending line spells the essence of the contest theme. Well done, Jo. Best to you.
Poet Avatar
February 24, 2023 at 4:57 AM
Excellent poetry. Wonderful Thoughts, Jo, and Sincere best wishes for the contest. Blessings
Buhagiar Avatar
February 24, 2023 at 12:36 AM
Reminds me of a psalm. Repeated by St Peter. Time flies.
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