Relatively hot off the presses (written less than an hour before I scheduled this post), this is the first new poem I’ve posted to this blog so far.
Hold! Fleeting Instant, stay a little while!
If all that mortal science and study knows
Cannot make Time retreat a single hour
From his unyielding march for any price,
Will you, his daughters coy, but tarry here?
Relent! In spans of grief, heartache, and pain
You linger ever ’round our anguished woe,
But now, while joy is bright, you flee our midst?
Leave us not; “Fickle Moment, prithee, stay!”
This poem is the first poem (other than the sonnets for dear but absent friends’ birthdays and the Epithalamion I wrote in the last days of July) I’ve written in many months. The quote in the last line (which is actually what started the whole thing in my brain) is from The Mikado. I’ve also posted it to my wiki. Feedback of any kind, including criticism, compliments, questions, suggestions (especially for a real title or what to post next), or anything else, is eagerly requested and greatly appreciated.