It doesn't demand, extra space.
As for time, it takes what is given
and asks for nothing further. In this
it is like a flower, whose petals
spread perfume for all to smell. It is
like a comet. sweeping across the sky:
just a flash of light, and darkness returns.
It is like a bedtime story that summons
immediate sleep. It is like itself,
a bell ringing in solitude, or a wounded animal
recovering in seclusion, or a demi-god
taking one fateful step after another
until he reaches the edge of his divinity.
It's like all of that.
Wow awesome similes you created in this fabulous description of time. The comparisons are creatively formulated. Kudos. Pls pleez do comment/ write your thoughts under my newest poem too titled, ' smart phones and smart cars...."
I find your characterizations of time fascinating, Daniel (am I reading this right?) . The bell ringing and wounded animal images zing for me. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem from the pen of a great modern poet.