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Lost Time Wealth

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Written: January 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer "Time and tide wait for no man," ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time, a poltergeist whisper slipping through the cracks Moments shimmer akin to Petunia petals aloft, a hypnotic dance — ephemeral yet priceless. Time waits for no one; haven't you felt its rush? Time waits for no one — It simply drifts away. With each tick, clocks transform into the fabric of history— you seize fleeting seconds as if they could stretch forever. Wilted Orchids echo forgotten dreams, pulled by unseen forces upon a canvas of memories. Each speck of time, a mason's chipped work. Harmonic motions dim in the palms of eternity; calming breezes frown upon autumn’s sunlit glow. No one halts time—it surges on! It speeds faster than a blink. Nostalgia weaves itself around crystal vessels, while moonflower garlands bloom amid hazy dreams. Tattletale smiles escape into hollow nights— a foggy embrace filled with haunting whispers and grins. Tulips muted bluish—gray etch their tale in time’s shore. Embrace winter’s trudge and find solace unvexed: surf through waves of magic knowing love beams bright. Galumph through life daring despite harsh fates: vagabond dreams vaudeville within flummoxed hearts; a rainbow palette spreads beneath a hammock sky. No matter what, it lies ahead. After passing, it's futile to cling on. Desolation puckers beneath the glistening dew decline, an abyss where bleeding wrists are fodder for worms. A sycophantic squire crafts kismet kernels stripped— flesh ripped by careless slips, losing grip on whispers; breaths juggle surly skies, sharp as bleak thorns. From cradle to grave, We've learned — that time is wealth we must cherish. Darkness veils endless roads, plummeting in twilight throes. tangled fears mimic Dionysus amphetamine highs— brimstone offers esoteric solace that straddles the magnetic edge. Whispers eviscerate as they swirl, amber kisses across fallen stars. Crocuses bloom in purple while goldfinch trill yellow celandine riddles. Employ your edge before it fades. Everyone longs for plenty of time. You can't carry time with you money cannot reclaim lost time.

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Date: 1/31/2025 2:02:00 PM
SP, first I have to say I love the choice of music that goes with this poem. The arrangement seems particularly good, and the scene at the start with the violinist and trench coat make me smile. As per usual, you hit the mark on time. It never stops. It's a very good lesson for everyone of us...myself included. There are no refunds! Be well and smiles (of course).
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Date: 1/31/2025 11:48:00 AM
Congratulations on placing in my contest. I love your wonderfully dark woven take on the prompt. From your well crafted opening line "Time, a poltergeist whisper slipping through the cracks," to your description of being in the grave. This was quite a journey to go on. I am glad you found inspiration in my prompt.
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Date: 1/31/2025 2:44:00 AM
- Congratulations on your win in the contest, Las :) - hugs
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Date: 1/29/2025 3:52:00 AM
So true and so much wisdom flowing within your well crafted metaphors and imagery, i love your use of flowers and how youv played around with words throughout this poem especially love the lines " Whispers eviscerate as they swirl, amber kisses across fallen stars. Crocuses bloom in purple while goldfinch trill yellow celandine riddles. " so beautiful and enthralling! I love the last line too , as it speaks volumes! Excellent take on the prompt! Best wishes in the contest, sending you light
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Date: 1/27/2025 12:36:00 PM
"Lost Time Wealth," what a write. Your quote is so very true. "Good Luck" A winner here... Have a blessed day as you write away.................
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Date: 1/27/2025 2:23:00 AM
- The truth can be painful and bitter ... but, you describe it so beautifully, colorfully and without worry, Las - Time is precious and short - A wonderful poem :) - hugs
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Date: 1/26/2025 7:25:00 PM
This is awesome, Sotto, great imagery:)
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Date: 1/26/2025 6:51:00 PM
Amazing work, Sotto. I cannot picture any other poem winning the contest! Lots of great lines, :)
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