Time

Time short poem

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Time: eternal mystery
is wrapped around our souls;
it steals the bloom from rose-bud cheeks,
matures the lambs and foals.

It ages wine
and feels sublime
parcelled in anticipation,
it emancipates, illuminates,
frees some shackled nations.

Time is kind and healing; hard,
dealing every kind of card,
and while we curse its fast-winged flight,
it promises elation.

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Greetings! I am, mentally, a forty year old octogenarian...Wife of a gem of a husband and mother of three beloved grown sons. I love life in all its forms, and happiest when studying art (eclectic) listening to music, being at one with nature, NOT singing (sounds like caterwauling...) appreciate other voices; while reading and - my passion - writing. Evacuee in WW11, half Welsh (mother). Hooked on writing and reading since I started school. Wrote modest school play and silly poems. In Adulthood had many articles,letters and poems published (several in anthologies) and ran a Poetry Club in the UK. Two factual books published in the 1980s. Since retirement to Spain, have had three more books published: a Memoir MY GENTLE WAR, as biographer HURRICANE HALSEY, and my first faction novel THE CATALYST. Two further books are almost ready to be published. I am a group leader for a Creative Writing class for the U3A in Torrevieja,Spain, and a member of WordPlay, having written many short stories for their anthologies. I have received a few prizes for my poetry and a first for a short story in Spain. Thank you for publishing my poem. Good luck with your site. Onwards and upwards...Best wishes Joy Lennick
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Shamala Chandran
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Time, indeed it is a mystery and we are never able to understand it..

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