Monday, June 22, 2015

It has gone

It has gone, the flowing moment,
crashing beyond our gleaning.
Tumbled white-water;
the turbulent tumult and torment,
the urgent tyranny
of the passing instant.
It has gone, the relentless moment,
swept from our grasp.
Journeying into another present,
an elsewhere essence
of another reality,
it leaves only the echo
of its passing
in the ear of a voyeur.
But it speaks, this passing moment,
of the regret
of missed opportunity
and unworded season.

1 comment:

mamas*little*treasures said...

Hi Keith - just stopping by to let you know that this poem is featured on the Ruby blog today. We'll promote it across all of our social media sites and we've linked back here to your blog. Thanks so much for sharing your wonderful poetry with us. Nina @ Ruby

PS Hope Val is doing better today ;o)