Sunday, June 2, 2013

Untitled Rictameter - The Mag 171

Time flies.
Yesterday’s gone.
‘Take flight’ - my new mantra,
it’s that I care to softly sing.
I could beat the dead horse and beg for more
I could, you know, but why prolong
What drags and brings us pain ?
I must be gone.
Time flies.

This poem is shared with the writers of Tess Kinkaid's Magpie Tales weekly writing share. See the link for more pieces on this week's Mag 171.


  1. How sad. Time flies indeed and sometimes life becomes too hard, too painful.

  2. Time does fly ... your poem is splendid!!!

  3. I was honestly thinking how fast time flies today. This is a sad but beautifully written poem =)

  4. Winning and engaging take on the prompt. Well done.

  5. I like that new mantra! Hurry and fly before time does!

  6. Time flies... it does make one sad. But I also feel the resignation in this poem. Your words have a lot of emotion.

    1. Thanks for this thoughtful comment ... resignation yes, but the will to take control and 'move on' is what I am really trying to get at here ...