The Sounds of Time

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    The Sounds of Time

    time is a relentless foe

    within its grasp we labor

    its origin we do not know

    its gifts we gladly savor

     

    the ticking clock its rhythmic chime

    the crow of the cock its bugler

    the sounds of the winds of time

    the music of an Irish fiddler

     

    voices with no faces

    chattering incessantly to one and all

    a passing train destined for unknown places

    sends out its mournful call

     

    the humming of city traffic

    speeding to destinations they’ve been before

    the sounds of rain so graphic

    the rushing rivers mighty roar

     

    the laugh of an innocent child

    the sigh of the one you love

    the sounds of love beguiled

    the coo of the emerald dove

     

    the silent sound of tears

    gives way to the sounds of weeping

    a broken heart can be hidden for years

    its damaged core left seeping.

     

    all of these many sounds of time

    form the symphony of our lives

     and life presents a tedious climb  

    before our final destiny arrives

     

    ©Copyright Charlie Gragg

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    ginga commented on The Sounds of Time

    10-12-2009

    Hampton, This all encompassing time message is a beautiful penning of images and so much truth is found as I read. A truly pure poem with great depth. ginga

    Hampton

    10/18/2009

    Thank you. This poem is destined to become one of my oersonal favorites as a writer.

    Charlie23 commented on The Sounds of Time

    10-11-2009

    This is an excellant poem on life from beginning to end! Time becomes a bit of a blur it seems when reaches adult years, cause it flies so quickly. Very well written poem!

    Hampton

    10/11/2009

    Thank you for reading and commenting.

    Tempestlady commented on The Sounds of Time

    10-11-2009

    Nice form, and rhythm, and rhyme. I found myself thinking of all the things i use to keep track of time, like when the train goes by i know its seven am or midnight, and the rooster crows at 4 am, and how all these things change my perception and direction throughout my journey of life. Thanks ...Write on....

    Hampton

    10/11/2009

    Thank you very much.

    SexzAngel commented on The Sounds of Time

    10-10-2009

    Very well written. Thank you for sharing it with us. Hugss..Angel

    Hampton

    10/10/2009

    Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment

    jesusfreake commented on The Sounds of Time

    10-09-2009

    this is a fine poem and a wonderful declaration of time...almost as if u were keeping it...aware of the moments in time, every moment.....terrific and deserving of a ten!

    Hampton

    10/09/2009

    Many thanks for reading and commenting.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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