Tuesday 7 April 2009

A Moment Spent

Time
d
r
i
p
s
from the anxious clock

No stopping the onward motion
one brief moment morphing endlessly
. . into the next
. and the next
and the next

It never ceases

You can not hold these moments
they
s
l
i
p
through your fingers

Snapshots of instances stored like photos
freeze framed - locked in our memory
pressed like dried flowers
in the pages of a book
illustrating
the story
of our
lives

Treasure the racing moments
for once spent
they are
d
e
a
d
and g o n e.

"We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand
- and melting like a snowflake." - Marie B. Ray

4 comments:

Viji said...

WOW...

I happened to pass through your blog:) happy that i stopped.

i like your style of writing...when i found the time dripped, moments slipped and fell dead... I felt it :) that is unique..

I came here to spend a moment but think i will definitely end up spending more moments here...cheers!

Susannah said...

I am so glad you came by :-)

Thank you very much for your comment, it is much appreciated.

be not blind said...

Right on the mark. The elusive thief 'Time' is a great subject. Well done.

Susannah said...

Thanks very much be-not. :-)

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