The Mystery Of Time
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Couplets Used: aa bb cc dd ee ff gg
for this Hybronnet Sonnet
Written, August 23, 2024
For The Contest, “H Form - Hybronnet” Sponsor, Constance La France
“So many things we know as true...
are redefined in future's view.”
-by Poet
What's happened to our measurement of time?
When I was young, a Summer was sublime.
From end of Spring to the first day of Fall-
that space of time seemed epic, never small.
Our clocks and calendars compute time well-
the way they've always done, to surely tell
the days and months we spend mete out the same;
but now, perhaps has altered its old game.
Oh, time has changed- for young and old now say
it's passing quicker in a puzzled way.
One week, a month, a year- advances fast;
presents an altered value from the past.
Perhaps time is a mystery unknown;
not bounded by our measurements alone.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2024
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