Ron,
I so know what you mean. I am so glad that I took the TIME to read your poem!!!!
Peace, love and light,
Amber

Ethereal. Well done, Ronald, (Why do I want to call you Ron?) Moment by moment building to the climax of starting over "alone again, naturally." This time-travel verse takes me to my own field of friendly dreams. I have often outfought my prejudices about such things. Entropy prevails however at the end. Thought provoking!

Loved it!

Rockie Coppolella

Time keeps ticking ..... It goes on and on it draws your readers wanting to know more .
I loved how the rhyming flowed its a beautiful piece, Time is of the Essence.

TIME, VERY NICE IT MAKES YOU THINK USE YOUR GIFTS GOD GAVE.

There's normally such a sense of desperation about time passing but this poem has more of a laissez-faire that, whilst recognising that what's gone can't necessarily be retrieved, has the hopefulness that you can make the most of what's left and 'start over'. I find that encouraging. Thanks, Ron. xx

I am very impressed by your form and flow and how you managed to spur some cognitive thought process here! An old Latin teacher said that there is no tomorrow, because by the time it gets here, tomorrow is today. I have long wondered if time really exists, or if it's mass delusion. "...the future is a mirror, reflecting back into the past; it tells you every coming day will be just like the last; if you think that you have seen the worst of it; there's not much more than you can do, ol' Dorian Gray's got nothing over you"!

well done & well read. rhyme & flow. thanks for the read.

Time waits for no one and is the one source we constantly
depend on. Enjoyed, Ron!

Always,

Deborah

It's up, went, and start over,
come the dawn.

It certainly is, except for this damned arctic winter we're having; right now, time seems frozen to me.

Time - so linear. Really good. I enjoyed reading it.

Time is subjective, getting up and running ahead when it should slow down and let you catch up. Not like yesterday when the fickle bitch lagged behind you and would not keep the pace. Like nature I guess we've got to bear it. Clever poem to keep me thinking of all the ways that time can betray me Ron. Bob

A fine representation of time to which I can relate. Sometimes, I close my eyes and it is as though I can feel time like a breeze flow past my face. Thank you for sharing, Ron. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Yes...beautiful ! Time gone, let it go...always a new start and always very promising
My best,neerja

New beginimng is refreshing, like a new wine.

"Time" should be outlawed!

Love ya!

Jane

A beautiful poem Ron. Your imagery is superb and your rhyme doesn't jar as it well might have in a poem with such a theme. We are what we do. And you have done beautifully. God bless you.

What a great poem about time. It's true, it wait for no one; it roll along like a wagon wheel.

Another good one. I just did a poem about time myself. I'll post it later.

Michael D.

As the lift I pasted suggests, finding a way to cope with time (in your case I'm assuming a large extent it's to write)is paramount in keeping one's sense of equilibrium. Your poem has a paradoxical lilt that allows both regret for time passing, and an encouragement to look forward to the next moment. Well done.

Have just enough time,
to finish this piece.
Without just enough time,
I'd have no peace.

This is a fun read my friend. I am tickled by time! M.True

From the moment we are born, we begin to die, second by second - tick...tock...tick...tock. Many times I have looked at a clock and thought to myself, "You'd better get busy; time's slowly passing you by, and you still have several things in that bucket list you need to take care of." Then, little by little, the thought gets shoved to the back of my mind, and I go on about my business. If a person thought about it constantly, it would, more than likely, drive them mad. Nice write again, Ron. You seem to have an inexhaustible supply of poetry stored in that head of your. Keep up the good work.

David

time does not wait and we do not sometimes see her passing by until its too late
budd

One thing I know Ron, is time is precious! Like you said in your wonderful poem time waits on know one. As you said time is like a river ans I say flow like a river to and fro blessing whenever and wherever we can and just maybe will get a little more time! Peace!!!

Can't do anything but start over again, except to hide away in memories old. It is the eternal triangle, birth, live, die. We cannot change it.

time is a slippery fish lately, can't believe we are looking at February........excellent write