Tempus Fugit
Posted on: 18 August 2009
- In: poetry
- 12 Comments
time has flown
long days alone
waiting for love to knock
once more at my door
it is no friend of mine
each passing day another line
I cannot stop
the onslaught of time
do not think
love is just the right
of the young
the beautiful, the bright
desirability fades with age
but, I know
deep inside
passion never dies
~~~~~~~~~~~
… a fitting title methinks not for the poem alone, but also for the length of time between posts. This was originally written two years ago, but I’ve been revising and tweaking and learning and this is the latest version – for now!
12 Responses to "Tempus Fugit"
2 | Akelamalu
18 August 2009 at 18:36
Such lovely words Ann and so true. MWM and I will have been married 35 years this year but we still hold hands all the time – the passion is definitely still there! 🙂
3 | ann
18 August 2009 at 19:01
Asleep On My Feet: thank you for the meaningful comment. I love to see the warmth that still shines between elderly couples
Akelamalu: … and may you continue to share many many more years in happily wedded bliss
6 | JoJo
21 August 2009 at 19:36
GREAT poem Ann! Very true as well. Hope you are enjoying your summer!
XOXO
8 | Margie
24 August 2009 at 05:46
Hello Ann
Passion never does die
I have been married for quite a few years & the love between my hubby & me is stronger than it ever was!
I really enjoyed your poem!
So wonderful to have you posting again.
Come back soon!
Margie:)
9 | The Dark Lord
24 August 2009 at 19:39
Lovely, lovely words.. and they ring with insight, wisdom and passion.. The “onslaught” of time is overwhelming.. how times change, and with it, the very perspective of beholding life..
Love… that slippery, elusive temptress.. haven’t we all a rightful claim to it?! Sometimes I wonder.. is it really worth all the pain, the pangs of dissapointment at ruthless rejection, all those years of “expectation”, only to turn up blank, back to miserable square one??
But then I guess, life is such.. Wise it is, to persist and persevere… who knows, we might just have the all-elusive love finally knocking on our doors, rekindling our youthful, long lost passion.. and life would be worth living all over again!
10 | Diane
25 August 2009 at 19:58
My passion was rekindled by a certain 6’4″ someone…to whom I’ll be eternally grateful, even if he never knows what he’s been responsible for (bless him!). Wonderful poem Ann!
11 | ann
25 August 2009 at 22:22
thank you for all your varied and interesting comments, particularly knowing we are different generations, different sexes and in different places where love and passion are concerned
I have just added the pic – as some know I am a fan of Dali and he was most definitely an artist who had a singular way of expressing passion
12 | Momentum
29 August 2009 at 17:36
Lovely, lovely words.. and they ring with insight, wisdom and passion.. The "onslaught" of time is overwhelming.. how times change, and with it, the very perspective of beholding life..
Love… that slippery, elusive temptress.. haven't we all a rightful claim to it?! Sometimes I wonder.. is it really worth all the pain, the pangs of dissapointment at ruthless rejection, all those years of "expectation", only to turn up blank, back to miserable square one??
But then I guess, life is such.. Wise it is, to persist and persevere… who knows, we might just have the all-elusive love finally knocking on our doors, rekindling our youthful, long lost passion.. and life would be worth living all over again!;. All the best!!
at home with ann 
18 August 2009 at 02:25
Well, the effort has paid off. It is simple and effective. I agree with the sentiment, too… love is that strange and wonderful thing that causes two wrinkled oldsters to see each other as if they were still teenagers. I always smile when I see an elderly couple walking down the street holding hands like they only just started courting. Such a lovely sight!