In a footstep suspended, time vanishes
Tick of clock extended, moments it banishes
Grasping threads, past sticky cobwebs
Leaving impressions in beds of tricky passionate throb ebbs
Seconds clamped in a vice, an hourglass gagged
Images stamped in ice thawing minutes lagged
Sands of time cemented, hands of a clock fixed
Movement a crime, today and tomorrow forever betwixt
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2025 03:39
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Such a glorious tension between the transient and the eternal, the ever-present desire to capture and preserve the fleeting moments that define our lives.👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
Thanks so much Cryptic indeed it is that tension that holds us between the seconds. Your words of support are always appreciated.
Your welcome Soren. The other night as I tried not to struggle to get to sleep I began to listen to my heartbeat, between the beats I got quite terrified and shifted so I wouldn’t have to monitor every single beat!
I see a hospital bed and a ticking time bomb that is a heart , I see past present and future wow sorrenbarret this is outstanding. Wonderful wonderful. 🌹
Thank you Teddy as always you reviews and words of encouragement are most welcome
Paints a picture to me of how time traps everything in some way however small that maybe, i sense a urge to forget the darker bits and regale more in the positive memories, Really enjoyed the read
Thank you so much Tobani your remarks are appreciated and valued and means a great deal
You are very welcome
The very title is brilliant, let alone the poem. The idea of fleeting moments...and how many of those fill our lives. How many "between heartbeat" moments do we experience in a lifetime? In this poem, I could almost hear the hush between the ticks of a clock, much like the space between the beats of a heart. This is a very effective poem, my friend. And very thought-provoking! ❤️
Thanks so much Tristan your most kind words are cherrished. I appreciate your support
Good write SB.
Thank you so much Orchidee
Beautiful
Thank you so much for your read and comment
Tremendous. Powerful work.
Thank you Thomas for the read and comment
Time sure is a mystery.Some ask if it is real.This poem made me think.Excellent
Thanks so much David it is most appreciated
Beautiful poem
wonderfully expressed!! 👍
Imagery and metaphor
at its very best!!! 🏆
My pleasure to read indeed!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks Thad for the read and most kind words of support they are appreciated as always
Time is such an unknown and unnerving thing soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy indeed it is a mystery as to where it began and where it will end literally and particularly for us.
I feel both set and primed and able to take almost anything on .. but then I've got the day off .. not that I'm clock watching .. still I feel more aligned and that stems write from the heart .. excellent ink as ever .. Neville
Thank you Neville for the read and being set and primed is astute beware the trigger. Have a woderful day
Well written!
I thank you most humbly for the read and comment.
A fine write, Soren. I love the way this flows. Great work.
Thank you Tom for your read and kind words of support
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