(ups And Downs Collection) Time Is The Master Poem by Janice Windle
(ups And Downs Collection) Time Is The Master
Time trickles through us,
through and through us...
born and reborn, I am borne
on the bloodrush of fear,
flowing of sweat, upwards,
borne up the tall, winding,
tilting staircase of years.
Time trickles through us,
through and through us...
precarious, stilted,
rounding the corner...
up through the helix
spiral of years
to where we are bound
where all will be stalled
where the trickle is stemmed
though the years of ascent
seem so far to extend.
Time trickles through us,
through and through us...
The pulse of the veins,
the drain of the fluids
that course and make way
through the brain...
the throb that ignites me,
will take me to heights,
and to depths...
and I try in my frailty
to harness the time,
to make time a friend but
time trickles through us,
through and through us...
failing and aging, the body must die...
Time is our master, and though we insist
that love will transcend all, that death will not end all,
still my heart says only Time will persist.
I like very much the first stanza, read it again and again, it is very good ballanced, philosophic and emotional: ...born and reborn, I am borne on the bloodrush of fear, flowing of sweat, upwards, up the tall, winding, tilting staircase of years....Time is the master. An epic poem, though in a tempered manner, without to be pathetic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 6:50:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Time trickles through us or do trical trough time afine metaphysical poem thanks for brightening up my friday afternoon jim