"Gentle dance of passing time"

do you ever think about how time flies so fast and in such nonunderstandable ways?

“Gentle dance of passing time”

In the gentle dance of passing time,

Moments whisper secrets, so finely sublime.

Days fade softly into evening’s grace,

Leaving clues of memory, a delicate, subtle trace.

Through the pages of life, bits of us unfold, 

Like stories untold, in their own rhythm bold.

Each fleeting second a drop in the river’s flow,

An ephemeral journey, as to where, none truly know.

The sun, a faithful witness to the turning tide, 

Paints the sky in tones no artist could abide.

Clouds drift by, in silent, limber play,

As time’s elusive hands gently slip away.

Seasons weave their magic, a symphony of change,

From the blossoms of spring to winter’s chilling range.

Youth’s fleeting vigor, embraced by age’s face,

As life writes its sonnet, at a measured pace.

Memories flicker always in the aging mind, 

The past’s sweet fragrance, still so strongly lined.

Moments are cherished, like treasures in the soul, 

As time weaves it’s tale, an intricate, living stroll.

In this yet ceaseless walk, an echo remains,

Of dreams that linger, of forgotten stains.

For each passing second, a promise is compelled,

Of endless beginnings, never truly held.

Cherishing the cadence of each passing day,

Embracing the rhythm, letting time find its way.

For in this symphony, we find our own rhyme,

Embracing the essence of brief, elusive time.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Well, Hanna … goodness-ME! ✨

I've never been certain there's such a thing as "love at first sight".
But, now I am … because, I just fell in-love with a poem.

From title to final period, in fluent English, every word, emotional kiss, metaphorical vision, blessing of brilliant imagery, spellbinding phrase, perfection in line-break and spot-on rhymes, each and all sang deeply, fully, blissfully to my heart, mind, and soul in the sweetest poetic voice I'd yet heard, and I've heard many. You literally swept me up with you into your moment, as though I'd magically merged with you within your skin.

While first reading, I thought; then, a second, a third, and fourth reading through I knew, "This is good, really good, wonderfully good" … then, "No! It's brilliant beyond words, definition, or explanation; it simply 'IS'!" And, here I sat … stunned, smitten, completely in-love with a poem — of all things!

Were the line syllable-counts perfectly metered? No, and it needn't be; because, the rhythm, flow, diction, syntax, grammar … on 'n on: every iota of everything else was sheer perfection, down to your artful gifts of punctuation, onomatopoeia, assonance, sibilance — ahhh, I could wax on, but shall digress, lest my welcome wears thin (that it hasn't already) … I can almost hear a weary yawn. 🙄

Well, that's what happens to a bard when embraced in the helpless, glowing spell of poetic love.
Gobsmacked and graciously grateful I am to you, Hanna, for sharing your incomparably beautiful gift! ⁓ Richard🖌


(Hopefully, you'll bless my humble pages. 🙏
Perhaps, enjoy one [or, all] of these:

Ultimate Poetess⁓✨ https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/RichardJ/2152993/
Softly ⁓ in my dreams... https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/RichardJ/1673658/
Explaining to a Leaf... https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/RichardJ/2096521/
Beside the Pond ⁓ https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/RichardJ/1558954/

or something else of your choice. Thank you again ⁓ Hanna✨)