Lost Time

Summary

"Lost Time" is a reflective poem that contemplates the passage of time and the nostalgia for moments that have slipped away.

Abstract

The poem "Lost Time" delves into the existential themes of memory, aging, and the search for meaning amidst the relentless march of time. It paints a picture of a world where the past is a collection of faded memories and missed opportunities, likened to old hippies, dust bowls, and empty romances. The narrative mourns the loss of youth and potential, using vivid imagery such as street light shadows, green skies before storms, and cosmic strings playing at nothingness. The poem suggests a yearning to recapture lost moments, as seen in the cawing of time that brings mourning and the desire to turn back the hands of the clock. It concludes with a personal touch, expressing a deep longing for shared past experiences, like watching fireflies on a July night.

Opinions

The author views time as a thief that quietly steals youth and the vibrancy of life's experiences.
There is a sense of regret and unfulfilled dreams, as the poem speaks of gifts unopened and jokes unshared.
The poem conveys a sense of disconnection between the present and the past, with the latter being idealized and longed for.
The imagery used suggests a romanticized view of nature and simpler times, contrasting with the chaos of modern life.
The author seems to find solace in memories and the act of writing poetry as a means to cope with loss and the passage of time.
The mention of a "wanderer's remorse" implies a contemplation on the paths taken in life and the roads not traveled.
The poem reflects on the human condition, expressing a shared experience of grappling with the fleeting nature of existence.

A poem of things unfound

Who are we but words Bleached torn-jean poets Addicts washed up along a shore Old hippies counting crows Seashell remembrances Dust bowls and days of old Lost time in empty romances.

Worlds swept by street light shadows Bled under a wooden bridge, creaking Instruments out of tune singing Daylight Fading before noon.

Those green skies Before the thunder and twisters Before the olden days. We wonder As lost time takes our youth away Sitting in the dusk of truth counting Stars of no more.

Cosmic strings that play at nothing Gifts opened by no one Jokes cackling at mad mutterings Lenses peering beyond infinity Mirroring a heart’s proper form Withered and waiting Silently debating the ways of moonlit curses.

Do you hear it cawing? Lost time brings mourning. To the one that misses you To the one that writes poetry In hopes of bringing back the fading hands of the clock In hopes of resurrecting the dead From the dirt.

Lost time O! Lost time Entropy unwinds Empty waves crashing Amongst the lighthouse Clock guiding mariners Of soul, into the harbors A wander’s remorse.

And do you not see, I miss you as the twilight beckons And I sleep, dreaming of those days we played in the cornfields and prairies dreaming of those moments as we watched the flicking emerald light of fireflies in a darkened July night.

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