Time (poem) by Franz L Kessler on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)

Reviewed on July 20, 2004

Well, that's the way life is.
Made of dust, back to dust. What comes inbetween - it's up to us what we make out of it.

Reviewed on April 20, 2004

If we don't make our experience count, then we're just getting older. I like your last two lines. Thanks for sharing this with us, and thanks for comments.

Carmen :-)

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on April 20, 2004

Great sharing on the thoughts of time.

Reviewed by Tami Ryan

Reviewed on April 20, 2004

"'A toddler asks: �Mom, what are the little clouds good for?'"
I enjoyed this line and truly enjoyed this whole poem, Franz. So touching, so beautifully expressed. Thank you.

Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)

Reviewed on April 19, 2004

Extremely moving!!

So much depth of feeling in your words......Fantastic work Franz.....truly.

Ty, Dani

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 18, 2004

Profoundly emotive and meaningful, Franz. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by Regina Pounds

Reviewed on April 17, 2004

Yes, times passes too rapidly...you capture the sense of life's cycles very well.

Gina

Reviewed by Judith Pleasant

Reviewed on April 17, 2004

Franz,
A little solemn, but very beautiful. You got your feelings through with this one.
Remember the butterflies and new beginnings, AND though our bodies are aging, our hearts are always young on the other side. Enjoy life to the fullest until that time comes.
Happy Spring.
Blessings,
Judith

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on April 16, 2004

I'm a little confused by other people's existance.

Reviewed by Christine Morell

Reviewed on April 15, 2004

"Transient time is measured with relentless precision
But no time is left to feel wide lonely moments"
A very profound and meaningful poem, beautifully written.
~Chrissie

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on April 15, 2004

Profound work, speaks to the mind and emotions.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 14, 2004

"A lighthouse beams from Death� rugged shore" ... we must never forget this ... excellent poem ...

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on April 14, 2004

Good introspective write, well you've definately got wisdom. The price for intelligence some people have, are thoughts like this, and you said it in a powerful way..Others go into denial..

Reviewed by James Justice (Reader)

Reviewed on April 13, 2004

I like this there have been alot of times I've felt the same way good write

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Reviewed on April 13, 2004

A deeply moving, heartfelt piece of prose, Franz!
One day, though, Time will be forever for all of us,
No more death, sorrow, tears. Rev.chapter 21

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 13, 2004

An introspective sensitve beauty of a write Franz!
How well you describe the inner emotions we go
through. At times we all feel this way, this world
today, takes a lot of hard work to live in it!

Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)

Reviewed on April 13, 2004

"On the handloom of existence
An endless carpet is woven new
Fresh colored cotton strings are added
Brittle, faded threads are brushed-off on the other side
May true freedom embrace every soul
As our bodies turn to dust"

This is so powerful and so stunning Franz...
Sometimes it does appear to me that freedom will
not be realized until we are indeed dead....
Great writing....floria

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on April 13, 2004

Strong words

Reviewed by Larry Rochelle

Reviewed on April 13, 2004

Maybe we could come back as dust in a minute timer?

Invisible, profound, and irreversible