Of all the Gods
Time is the most cruel

It feeds on
Matter and mind
Until there&#39;s nothing left
But fading traces

A couple of poems
And the lipstick you
Left in my car

PeterGerstenmaier

Time

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VerseBuster

This lands with a beautifully restrained ache — the scale of gods and the smallness of human remnants held in the same breath. The final image is devastating in its simplicity; it says more about memory and loss than any grand declaration could

TheMostOptimisticPessimist

WandaWaddell

I love this and I can't quite put my finger on why! Thanks for sharing.

EmilyJohnson

Time truly is cruel indeed.
It hurts to see what’s left over time. A heart-aching read, Peter.

thomas-w-case

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Olivelover02

AbbottJHardison

Anything truly inevitable never seem to be kind, but it’s important. Great work!!

marshal-gebbie

ABOUT TIME....

Intangibly, it cometh and goeth.
Substanceless, it slips in transition from one immeasurable instant to the next.
As infinite space defies our grasp of distance, so infinite time remains foreign to the finite human mind.

There is no proof of its existence beyond our insistence;
no sensory tether, no physical weight—
only a human conception, an illusion calibrated by contrivance,
and poorly at that.

Time is the silken zephyr on which we lay our dreams and aspirations.
It is the currency of deep religion,
the ultimate sword-hand of God.
Incorruptible and absolute, it brooks no favour and seeks no fame.

Irreversible in its cold, implacable unquenchability,
it merely—unfeelingly—
proceeds.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ.

lawrence-hall

anaisvionet

Time is momentum
whether local or quantum
it moves the plot, like it or not
and you're assuming this life
is all we've got, 
dimensionally locked,
a one time shot.
Time slows in trauma
Why would time bend to drama?
Perhaps there are non-local states 
relms unbound by clocks, 
that we've yet to unlock.
We'll have to see,
but we are clever monkies.
As evidenced by the physics 
of Einstein's 'timelessness.'

MerryCLarry

Jimmysilker

RavenKnyghts

TO972

Yes. The ache is there... life is unfair.  

South-by-Southwest

Is not eternity a death sentence to time . Poems and cars and lipstick are signs of the last days of time . Once you've tried eternity you will never come back .