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Time's Fleeting Sense

The slow weathered drip of life falls restrained As years turn and decay begins to show Time is met in memories self-contained Disappearing ghosts from the mind's window A child on a cloud of imagination Wondrous worlds lost and yet to create A young man wearing shoes of freedom found Chasing after love to impersonate A time bandit, stealing cherished moments As its payment has cost the skin to gray Broken into years of passing segments The sleeping night, the entrance to the day How quick it all has been, time's fleeting sense When the last drip falls, my death will commence 9/2/16

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 9/12/2016 10:21:00 PM
Back to say Congratulations Frederic for this brilliant sonnet.
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Date: 9/12/2016 2:55:00 PM
Frederick, your last line is very powerful. You have caused me to think of time in many different ways. Time does become our personal muse as we age... Great win! Kathy
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Date: 9/12/2016 2:08:00 PM
A 7 for your winning poem, Frederic! Janice
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Date: 9/12/2016 10:15:00 AM
Frederic, congratulations on your placement :)-luloo
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Date: 9/12/2016 9:33:00 AM
Frederic, I am back to re-read your poem and congratulate you for your fine placement on such a short list of winners. Sandra
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Date: 9/12/2016 9:28:00 AM
Frederic, I sense a bit of a double metaphor herein. The aging of the poet and the slowing of the pen's flow. Thanks for entering the contest
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Date: 9/4/2016 6:17:00 PM
wow, amazing one, Frederic and it kind of goes along with my recent post's theme. FAVE
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Date: 9/3/2016 1:55:00 PM
Frederick, oh so beautiful, I love your sonnet~
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Date: 9/3/2016 3:01:00 AM
Fabulously stated. Give it a 7. Can't help but feel I have been there. Peace, Love and Joy.
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Date: 9/2/2016 5:56:00 PM
Frederic, this is really a reflective write. I'm with Mrs Sandra. As "winter" draws closer I look back at calendar and see a strange date. Where did it go? Beautiful sonnet!!! A 10
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Date: 9/2/2016 4:41:00 PM
Lovely write!
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Date: 9/2/2016 2:25:00 PM
Such a melancholy Sonnet, Frederic. I echo your emotions...this 'winter' time of life makes us pause to think how fast our other seasons flew by. This touched my heart...Sandra
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Date: 9/2/2016 1:19:00 PM
Beautiful Frederic! :)-luloo
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Date: 9/2/2016 12:27:00 PM
I love the imagery in your poem, especially the line... A child on a cloud of imagination Throughout, you captured the sense of life being fleeting when viewed from the perspective of age. Your poem made me sad but also had me nodding in agreement. Good writing!
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