Fleeting

Like a
breath.
It comes
then it
goes.
A blink.
In a blink.
What was
young turns
old.
What was
old turns
ancient.
Irrelevance,
pure
irrelevance.
In a breath,
irrelevant.
Fleeting sparks.
Sparks
in the
dark.
Barely there.
Barely there
at all!
Echos, ripples
in the dark.
In the void.
Eons pass.
All forgotten.
Deep time
devours all,
leaving nothing.
Nothing

at all.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

This poem is a good example of brevity’s power, in the hands of a good writer. Your words speak truth we know as we age. I had an image of the hourglass when I read this, all the grains draining through the neck, until the top bowl was empty, nothing but a reflection in the glass. A good write, sir.

[E.J. Waling]

Thank you kindly for reading my work

[R.E. Ray]

You’re welcome.