Frederic Parker Poet Sonnet

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

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Daniel Turner September 12, 2016 at 10:21 PM Back to say Congratulations Frederic for this brilliant sonnet.

Kathleen Kroll September 12, 2016 at 2:55 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

Janice Canerdy September 12, 2016 at 2:08 PM A 7 for your winning poem, Frederic! Janice

Beautiful Scars September 12, 2016 at 10:15 AM Frederic, congratulations on your placement :)-luloo

Sandra Haight September 12, 2016 at 9:33 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

John Lawless September 12, 2016 at 9:28 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

Andrea Dietrich September 4, 2016 at 6:17 PM wow, amazing one, Frederic and it kind of goes along with my recent post's theme. FAVE

Constance La France September 3, 2016 at 1:55 PM Frederick, oh so beautiful, I love your sonnet~

John Hardison September 3, 2016 at 3:01 AM Fabulously stated. Give it a 7. Can't help but feel I have been there. Peace, Love and Joy.

Daniel Turner September 2, 2016 at 5:56 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

Tom Quigley September 2, 2016 at 4:41 PM Lovely write!

Sandra Haight September 2, 2016 at 2:25 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

Beautiful Scars September 2, 2016 at 1:19 PM Beautiful Frederic! :)-luloo

Jennifer Christie Temple September 2, 2016 at 12:27 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!