"Marking
Time"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
12/13/07 6:06 a.m. pst
Meandering moments bring such wondrous joy
A crashing wave against the shore
Sunlit gardenias with smiling petals
Fitful starlings chirping with abandon
The grinning face of a stranger
Moments
which register with fleeting yet reverent memory
Ready to be summoned to the forever
These moments
can cause pain to flee
And morose dalliance to disappear
And in time, they too will be gone
Because they are only moments in time
Tricking our observance with their timeless wings
Uneventful
seconds tick with purpose
Yet our purpose seems sometimes stifling
Or swept away with boredom's broomstick
Random special moments amass past preciousness
Becoming errant reminders of fleeting lives
We forget
each special moment as it flies by with ease
And rarely does sweet recollection seem to matter
Moment after
moment lasting long into our existence
Collecting the terrific, the tremulous and the trite times indefinitely
Each specific juncture becoming forgotten in the mix of time
Until all become weak silent conscious reminders of mortality
And we tend to forget the moments and can't remember their certain
distinction
Fleeting
moments cease the rushing tide of our lifetimes
If only for a moment, or else we're only marking time
Poetry
2007
