Fragments of Time
by Leah C Wilson
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
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Prologue: Sometimes, when looking at the clock, I wonder how the numbers 1 thru 12 can be hours, and when I again look upon those same numbers they have suddenly become multiple years. How strange, it seems that a whole life passes by, one hour at a time.
Fragments of Time
In dreamlike glimpses, I view the magic glass
From within this cocoon of woven silk mesh
And glistening confetti that sparkles and shines
To seduce the taste of a visionary’s mind.
I espy sweet delicacies now lost in the race
Sneak previews I see of another day and face
One that was smooth, untouched by the years
One whose innocence showed no fears
Courageous it was as it smiled back at me
Unspoiled, undaunted by puzzling mysteries.
Just as quickly as that face of the past I beheld
Another face of the present appeared, with its own story to tell.
I could see the visions of the ravages of time
The weathering of many storms showed in each line.
Hopes lain aside for necessities’ hard truths
Replaced by plans and schemes to survive in a world so cruel.
Beautiful dreams that lied and deceived, once came
To kiss that cheek, but could not be tamed.
They burned in a fire blazing with promise
Now left cold and ashen in the hearth of forgotten.
The face looks so tired and so worn that my heart cries,
To see such despondency, without struggle or fight
I turned to run from the vision’s exhaustive depth
When realization asked, “Who can run from one’s self?”
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|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|a wonderful introspective look at one's life. And yes , for most of us, we look at the clock and it is 1953, and when we look again it is 2003...what did we do in between the two times? Nice work Leah. Thnx for sharing. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, maybe too stubborn for my own good, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS))))))))), your very sad and very terrified little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
"...How strange, it seems that a whole life passes by, one hour at a time..."
And it speads up rapidly once you hit 30.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Yip that's how it is!!
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Did ya ever run from your own shadow, only to turn around and find it there afterall...? This poetic endeavor does remind me of this as it speaks volumes of the author...Enjoy your time on Al's island...;) Ed & rufuz|
|Reviewed by J M
|No one can run from theirself this is very well done. I enjoyed this piece.|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|The best is to just enjoy life and forget about watching. The clock stops too soon for some.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|How strange, it seems that a whole life passes by, one hour at a time
Strange, indeed, for most of us, and a most powerful question in your last stanza, Leah.