Time

 


I suddenly feel much older today

Ancient, In a strange way I cannot name

Although His title is not mine to say

I’ve learned that I am only His to claim

 

My young summer begins to feel a chill

An autumn scent hangs heavy in the air

My bones slowly begin to creak and still

I know some scars are now beyond repair

 

It’s strange. I had not felt His hand before

In my wild and early days of spring

Foolishly thought I was meant for more

Now I see He is what my seasons bring

 

When I was young, forever was all mine

Yet I’ve fallen victim to ruthless Time

 

Comments

  1. Rina ShamilovFebruary 21, 2022 at 6:37 PM

    the ending is dark and sinister and hilarious. and one of my favorite lines is "My bones slowly begin to creak and still", but the rhyme scheme is a bit inconsistent. im not sure if this is what you intended

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  2. Enya SmilovicApril 4, 2022 at 11:56 AM

    wowww I love this and there are so many ways to read this poem. Since you capitalized he I assume your referring to Gd here. As we get older time seems to be flying away and this poem made me feel that sense of things spiraling forward. What I love is how you recognize even the things you can't change about life. You gave nature a human element in stanza two and I can't stop re-reading this stanza it's so perfect
    My young summer begins to feel a chill Here nature is a young summer and it feels like a human with emotions, cold in the heat is so significant.

    An autumn scent hangs heavy in the air Here I would suggest changing in the air to my air because this is about your seasons/emotions and you used my in the line above

    My bones slowly begin to creak and still LOVE how this line flows to the next, after reading still the eyes are immediately drawn to the next line. This is not easy to do so go you Eliana!!

    I know some scares are now beyond repair. Love this line as well just so clean and pristine.
    Such a great poem I really love this so much and all the possible emotions it comes with.

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