So little time—
Yet so much left undone!
On the pages of life still remain
Sketches of dreams left to run.
So many promises lost in the mist,
So many hopes quietly withdrew—
Countless paths remain untraveled,
So many sights left out of view.
What still remains—
To behold the world with wide-open eyes,
To truly live each fleeting moment,
And feel the joy that never dies.
To roam the lands of dream and wonder
Between the covers of a book,
To feel each journey pulse within,
In every line, in every look.
To drift on lyrics, ride the tune,
Let the soul rise and explore—
Unfurl the wings of thought and feeling,
To touch the sky, to soar.
The heart awakens in silent verse,
Where emotions dance and dwell,
In every rhyme and subtle pause,
A deeper truth does swell.
When I feed the hungry a morsel of rice,
Peace visits me, pure and deep—
In their grateful smiles, I discover
A joy that makes my spirit leap.
And still, so much remains unknown—
Mysteries waiting to be unfurled,
To gaze into another’s eyes
And learn the soul of this world.
So little time—
Yet so much left undone!
On the pages of life still remain
Sketches of dreams left to run.
So many promises lost in the mist,
So many hopes quietly withdrew—
Countless paths remain untraveled,
So many sights left out of view.
What still remains—
To behold the world with wide-open eyes,
To truly live each fleeting moment,
And feel the joy that never dies.
To roam the lands of dream and wonder
Between the covers of a book,
To feel each journey pulse within,
In every line, in every look.
To drift on lyrics, ride the tune,
Let the soul rise and explore—
Unfurl the wings of thought and feeling,
To touch the sky, to soar.
The heart awakens in silent verse,
Where emotions dance and dwell,
In every rhyme and subtle pause,
A deeper truth does swell.
When I feed the hungry a morsel of rice,
Peace visits me, pure and deep—
In their grateful smiles, I discover
A joy that makes my spirit leap.
And still, so much remains unknown—
Mysteries waiting to be unfurled,
To gaze into another’s eyes
And learn the soul of this world.
I’m always too late,
When I have to say something important,
When I have to keep a promise,
When I have to call out to her,
When I have to bring her back—
I’m always too late.
In the changing dawn of seasons,
When my heart needs to hold on,
When I have to remember someone,
When I need to forget someone—
I’m always too late.
Before saving someone from death,
Or shielding them from sorrow,
When I need to tell the truth—
That reality was something else entirely—
I’m always too late.
time
slowly
can slip
between
open fingers
always passing
HONORABLE MENTION
written September 4, 2021
Invented Forms Study - Joybell
Contest - All Poetry
Some days seem so filled and so busy
We seem to need more hours in the day
To get it all done
People who mean the most to us
Don’t get a phone call, a card or a visit
That would mean so very much
They aren’t told how very precious they are to us
And they aren't aware
Of just how often they are in our daily thoughts
I don’t want another day to pass
Without telling you how very much I appreciate you
And all that you do
And that I admire and respect you in so many ways.
I never want you to think that I take you for granted.
I love you each day,
Even when I don’t take the time to tell you.
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