Fleeting Time Unwinds
Images of Time
The bells toll for time
Unnoticed in the slight of its plunder.
Replenishing itself through bells sublime,
Falling in the irony of rhymes.
For those who sleep in the hollows,
Serenaded by the mighty echo of the chimes.
Foreshadowing the face of eternity
Beating with the heartbeat of the clock.
Never ceasing for a moment of refrain,
Flowing fluent, like the hourglass of no retain.
Time is both the quest and the enemy,
Sneaking up in a furtive mime.
Silent for just an hour at time,
Then announcing the mind of its design.
Mighty link enfolding with a dulcet sign,
Plundering with the sentence of its mighty wind.
Stealing all in its powerful midst,
Foretelling more than just the hour.
With the chimes, echoing the presage,
Of no return, of fleeting time...time...time... time ...
By Jody R. LaGreca
The Design Of Time
Time comes and goes with urgency, is intangible and eluding. As much as we want to possess it, it possesses us and taunts us with its finality. Prehistoric man was beholden to time long before the invention of the clock. Nature provided clues with sunrise and sunset along with the seasons. The earliest inventions of measuring time were the sundial, water clock and hourglass. Mechanical clocks appeared in the 1300s with the ringing of a bell on the hour. The sounding of the bell for time is the inspiration of my poem, which is more of a classical take on time. The bell makes it much more dramatic than the modern day cell phone foretelling the hour. Nonetheless, time takes no heed for invention and moves on just the same.
© 2014 Jody R LaGreca