Sorrow is the slow hands of time
Joy is the second hand ticking
Time we must endure
And time we must stall for the keeping
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
A good contemplative poem. Physical time-flow is not in our hands. But we can feel it slowly or fast depending on our mood. This reality is well presented.
this is very creative work my lady! ! ! One needs special skill to teach a lesson in such a creative way.. Good one for me.. nice.. with lots of love shan
Thank you for your commentary on my 'From Time To Time'. Very much appreciated. So few words here yet, packed with meaning. Our actions can either speed up or slow down the hands of time. Loved it and thank you very much.10 Mark
I love your summation of what time is, and also Laurie's explanation that stalled time is a memory. (smile)
Why is it that happiness is not everlasting? ? ? ? ? ? When joy comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Sadness sometimes seems to linger like that gray cloud that blocks out the sunlight, we pray for the gentle breeze of hope to gently glide that cloud and to give us light. A very enjoyable write Sonya
Very profound. Your work increases in excellence, Sonya. May time stand still for you in the landscapes of your mind. Always your friend, Sandra
Philosophy meets poetry - this poem may be succinct, but every carefully chosen word speaks volumes. S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your final line is spot on. It is at the moment of timelessness when life is fully experienced. An interesting and cleverly articulated poem which makes the reader think. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥