Time Gone (poem) by Ronald W. Hull on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on April 15, 2016

An intriguing composition... Its well painted situation makes one develop a cerebration on the subject dealt.

"Time Gone" sings its lines in harmonious voice of poetic expression. I enjoyed every word of this poem

In reverent appreciation,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on April 9, 2016

I don't do any of those things either, Ron but just the demands of life rob me of the time I want to spend creating.

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on March 30, 2016

My dad used to say, "The faster I go, the behinder I get!" I think that's true. I have found that the older I become, the faster time goes by. Once time is gone, it can not be found again nor can it be replaced........M A lot of thought went into this write!

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on March 25, 2016

There is consistency in this camp. Your expression is intact and applicable to everything human. Peace to you... r

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on March 24, 2016

Ron, we had no concept of time when we were playing...only because we didn't work, have appointments and such. We each have to decide for ourselves what to do with our time...what our priorities our. Time changes everything and every concept out there. This world is forever changing and if we didn't have the internet I would never have met you.

Always,

Deborah

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on March 23, 2016

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on March 22, 2016

WHEN I WAS IDLE & 10
A YEAR THEN
SEEMED LIKE IT TOOK FOREVER
BUT NOW THAT I'M 71
A YEAR MELTS
LIKE BUTTER ON THE SUN
I BELIEVE ITS THE AGE
THAT SETS THE STAGE
THAT MAKES ONE THINK
A DAYS A BLINK
THE HOURS SEEM TO FLY
WHEN THEY REALLY HAVEN'T
FOR NOW WE BUSY & WISE
AND REALISE
THERE'S MUCH WORK TO DO
DO IT NOW...DON'T CAN IT!

THANKS FOR SHARING, ENJOYED, RON. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE *HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on March 21, 2016

Oh, don't get me started in time wasting. Great topic these day's.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 20, 2016

You make some very valid points in this poem, Ron. I am amazed at how time seems to flow past my face like a breeze and how it seems to speed up as the months and years go by. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

Good questions, Ron. The time just goes and it seems we don't have the "events" anymore to tie memories in with the time. It is like there is a vacuum sucking all of the time from our lives. A bitter vetch as we realize we have so little of it left.

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

so very true

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

Ron, I can easily relate to your lament. I'm not into the vices of social networking, rabid texting or the ilk of twitter, and still time simply vanishes unexplained. I began a bit of an informal time study but the constant interruptions and appointments kept disrupting me. May love and peace be always with you my dear friend. Jon Michael

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

So very true! Excellent!

Rebecca

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

What can I say? You're right! Write on!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

Time flies,
whether or not having fun,
and then it's over for us,
when our time is done.

Michael D.

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

Facebook, yes to promote my work. Cell phone no, even though my students cry out that I am retarded, redundant, reclusive and that I need a phone. But I digress. I thoroughly enjoyed this romp thru the exegencies of time, where does it come from, where does it go, and above all, as you comically point out, what happened when it was here. You need to "find time" for more poems like this, Ron. John

Reviewed by Miller Caldwell

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

A pertinent question. Skillfully written as is your norm. Likewise i use no phone but too many interruptions. My wife says I nap each afternoon but it is needed to revive my thoughts and give me energy before the end of the day. There will be time one day which we call eternal rest. May it be delayed as long as is required but a time to recall all our life's achievements. Unfortunately no afternoon tea but the conversation with friends will be awesome.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

No matter what frivolous endeavor I find myself in. I almost always, ALWAYS get one poem written a day. My poems may be somewhat like Richard posted today that I plow endless furrows, in that , in his words, "Writers/poets/ grinding out one write after another. Quantity instead of quality."

I probably wouldn't recognize "quality" poetry if it reached up and bit me on the ass . . . Anyway, time is the same as it has been, sixty seconds to a minute, etc. It is our mindset and social obligations which diminish it in our eyes.

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on March 19, 2016

You are one fortunate lifer. The number of distractions that take up far too much time of the average citizen is obnoxiously HUGE, to quote one of the more insecure users of such social interaction. Yes, time does fly, and one can only hope it best used to savor every moment of consciousness, assuming there's some consciousness still around. Pavlov's dogs are laughing.