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Janus Time
by George Hoerneryou damn thief
you steal minutes
and hide days
taking all too often
the best of the past
and leaving
the worst of the future
but who am i to complain
a mere mortal
barely aware of time
as you see it
a play thing
the game of games
an un-thoughtful invention
of man hoping for
eternal life and to control
the world around him
wishing some day
to control even
you
but no you will
ride out the infinite
existence of all things
known and unknown
12/29/2008
Author's Note: For Peter H
Posted on 12/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/30/08 at 01:35 AM A great, brilliantly captured sense of defiance in this. Just awesome work, sir. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 12/30/08 at 03:16 AM I loved this one, especially the extreme tone running all throughout...
alisa ;-0 |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/02/09 at 04:31 AM Wow! How beautiful. I love the play thing thing and the sense of our human and earthly limitations - so wrapped up, bound and bounded in time. Great poem, George. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/17/09 at 11:50 AM Time permits me to say, George, my friend that you are a thinking man's bard. Reading this, it is not hard to understand why? |
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