Fluttering lightly on the wings of
fate,
I duel with time.
We fight like lions over the reins
of my tattered life.
Time- a silent foe bent on thieving with its
greedy hands.
Yet my hands are far from clean-
volatile and mean, a dirty gleam
that shines.
Still I
long to clarify the blood beating in
my veins,
heal my shame,
a reversal of my fate.
God I pray
there is still time,
time,
time.
Swirl a fantasy like good wine
around my mouth:
precious peace will rise from the ruins
of this war.
But the devil wants his due,
and all my sins I fear
I’ll never lose...
still I fight.
Note- this poem was written for a challenge at Poets Who Blog. I had to incorporate these ten words:
time
precious
reversal
clarify
volatile
silently
fantasy
flutter
peace
bent
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8 comments:
very nice... and this line in particular... is excellent:
Swirl a fantasy like good wine
around my mouth:
wow....
the beginning's great - the first line and the last line says it all and the last line, great poem
This is incredible, Sara! There's so many excellent lines here:
"Time- a silent foe bent on thieving with its greedy hands." [I feel this is true for me right now, too. There's just so much to do; my backlog is a mile high.:[
"Yet my hands are far from clean-
volatile and mean, a dirty gleam
that shines." [the rhyme scheme here is awesome!]
"Swirl a fantasy like good wine
around my mouth:" [excellence to the 10th power]
..a poem with rhyme that really, really works..amazingly well. Excellent job, Sara!
"Yet my hands are far from clean" there's a general wisdom in that line. I like your description of struggle in this poem.
i loved this poem how it traveled thru the hours of a life...
The ruminating quality of your
writing, seduces my mind to
pause to think about that heartless
mistress Time.
Time the eternal foe. This poem is
cleanly written, as are the hands of time, blind rough justice.
i enjoyed reading it very much.. and gonna go on .
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