Etched Within Time

Etched Within Time
Etched Within Time

So long this time,
this heartbeat pounding mime of life,
and from excruciating pain to mellow refrain,
time does stab the eyes of consciousness,
flagging each moment of being
with testaments of woe and bliss,
a kiss so enticing, a pain so enlivening,
tis sorrow just to miss one moment.

Prostrate, gleaning,
forever meaning paths of outcomes wanted,
yet shared the losses of fallen dreams,
the blood so spilled in pious schemes,
when standing all alone
to face the recompense of wrong,
cut off at the knees in balance,
leveled complete from egos ballast.

And clouds pass by in silent assumptions,
wryly smiling at my imperfect function,
as they at least are free,
not bound by a weighted mind
fleeing its ill-sought gains,
to maintain some sort of sanity,
and I in robust endeavors,
fall just as hard to face the ground.

As grey pervades
and time cascades through my shattered life,
most pieces unsavageable,
most thoughts unmalleable,
yet here I remain, in times sweet stain upon my flesh,
to remind me I am but a novice,
a child in a game far beyond my calling,
but I imploring the knowing, to satisfy my bones.

So as flesh fails, and heart slows,
all I know is love is all that counts,
striving, conniving, driving one’s dreams to manifest,
is just as useless as breathing water,
when just being is the only call, caring, feeling all
the center of our lives, the who we are
the only kindness to share,
as in the end its all that we can keep.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

4 thoughts on “Etched Within Time

  • July 20, 2017 at 10:05 PM

    What more can we do, but accept and embrace who we are? Your last stanza, Tony, sums it all up when we ponder on our life. Nicely penned verse – another one to stir my thoughts on my own life.

    “not bound my a weighted mind” should that be ‘by’ instead of ‘my’?

  • July 20, 2017 at 10:36 PM

    Thanks Phyllis, always some little thing. Glad you appreciated the work. Cheers!

  • July 21, 2017 at 6:32 AM

    With the strength and endurance of the mighty gray beast pictured here, we as humans attempt to feebly contain their strength and magnitude in our beings. We endure, we feed and drink from the earth. Our feeble attempt to be as constant as the gray often times fail us. We become slaves to work, money, other peoples and time itself. While the might gray, bides it’s time. Although it too gets slaved to man. Why are we always trying to tame a beast? Can we not just let them be, after all man is slave to man, isn’t that enough. We should not be bound by weighted minds, but forever be FREE from burdens of the flesh. A beautiful write my friend.

  • July 21, 2017 at 5:10 PM

    Much appreciated Vincent, glad you enjoyed my musing. Take care my friend.


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