River Of Time

River Of Time short poem

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Still-flowing River of Time!
Would I may store you
In dollar or dime
Had you but store value!

I would these cupped hands
Could stay you,
O indivisibly-grained sands
Of invisibly-seen hue!

And we shall, my love and I,
Pit a stay of sky
Over against your stilly breath
O swift River of Death!

Poet’s note –
Verse 1: Poet wishes he could store time like he could store value in a card. “Still-flowing’ is an oxymoron (a self-contradiction as what is flowing can’t be still). ‘River’ and ‘store value card’ are metaphors.
Verse 2: Time is quantized as indivisible grains of sand. ‘Invisibly-seen’ is an oxymoron while ‘invisibly-seen hue’ is a paradox.
Verse 3: a sudden and ominous turn in the poem’s theme: the River of Time is the River of Death! Time hastens us to our demise!

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I enjoyed reading your poem and had me thinking lets fill the passing time with fun laughter as their is nothing else.
We are taught so many things and it is the teachers reality and is passed on and on with slight changes
through years.
We still have brutal wars, famine need I go on. We are given guilt facter me I say get rid of it
and has the sands of time pass we might as well fill it with us if we can find ourselves after
all that teaching.
Wow see what reading your poem has evoked.


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