Good thing I tacked on that "hopefully" to my last post (the one where I said I'd post tomorrow...which is now yesterday). Ironically, the reason I didn't post was because I was feeling pressed for time while writing a poem about time. I finished that poem this afternoon, which so happens to be very windy. The wind may have influenced pieces of the poem. See if you can guess which parts those are!
The Flight of a Moment
Recall, if you can, while we watch the sun die
Those moments that fled from us, thundering by.
We ran and we gasped and we snatched at the air;
In vain, we attempted the speed to impair.
But we could not catch them; the speed never thinned,
And time was an element riding the wind.
Pursued as it was while we chased it uphill,
Time laughed o'er its shoulder and flew faster still.
Or do you remember much different times?
The silence, to us, was like magical chimes.
Though it was one hour, we felt it was years,
And in that still moment we eased from our fears.
Our lives are so full with the quick and the slow.
One hour may glide or else speedily blow.
Breathe in and breathe out. Watch that crimson gold glow,
And let life go on with its ebb and its flow.
Nice couplets!
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