Time is a lightning bolt —
springing from the Heavens
to strike the Earth.
Many million minutes are
charged up,
as contained within the bolt
are many million volts —
enough to brighten the galactic darkness.
The lightning bolt descends at
the speed of light,
slicing through mankind’s fallen night —
and the force of time past and present and future
barrels right down to Earth with it.
The bolt descends too quickly
for any eye to catch,
before flashing brilliantly —
the purest white light —
blinding all creaturely sight.
Without warning, Time mightily strikes
the grass of the Earth, and
the flowers of the field
flourishing in their prime.
The flowers burst into flames,
disintegrate to ashes —
as the bolt dissipates into
nothingness,
leaving only
the ashes of beauty on charred grass —
a forgotten memory,
a moment in Time no longer known.
For today's #steemblopomo, I hope I got y'all thinking about Time.
This is a poem that I wrote, because I wanted to convey the ephemeral nature of each moment, of all moments,
and it comes like a lightning bolt in a split of a second and disappears in the next.
So it is for moments big and small, moments significant and insignificant. Even moments that we tend to look forward to, like graduation, 21st birthday bash, wedding etc.
They all pass away. That is the end of all things.
