The bird of Time sat on a branch.
I thought to clip her wings, and so
I climbed upon her back — alas,
the bird took flight again, and now
I'm at the far end of my life.
She lighted there of her free will.
How foolish I was then, to think
that I could stop, or slow, her flight,
and yet, that time, when Time sat still —
how sweet it was — how sweet.
I love this one, Max. A beautiful, simple expression of profound wisdom executed with light wings. love, Alison xxxxxxxxxx
Take time to smell that rose and the fragrance it imparts! We are always in a hurry to get somewhere, and forget to enjoy today. Then suddenly our days are numbered, and too late to get them back, Excellent piece, as always, Max. Linda
Excellent write Max. Makes on think hard about time and life. A pleasure to read. Love Ernestine XXX
Well said from experience. This is the second time I read this lovely poem.
A very disarming simplicity with a very profound meaning. Beautiful. Susie.
A delightful meditation about such a common theme. Is this what the eternal NOW will feel like? Only wish that every one could feel this way all the time. How peaceful life would be.
Elegant precision writing with fine depth of imagery. Even though time back went into motion I hope you have been enjoying the view as the universe flies past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem, Max. Although we are all aware of impermanence, it is hard to catch the fleeting quality of time in an original way. Good Job Barbara James