( I do not know the author of the above quote, but I like it)
Poetic Bloomings indulges The Sonnet today.
We pass this way but once, no trial run
Time is a live-and-learning entity
It doles in moments its shadow and sun
While we accept that what must be will be
Do moments spiral; do they drip or glide?
Where is the fount of Time’s ceaseless discourse?
Without consent we join its forward-slide
Age keens the senses to its soundless force
Intangible, its urgent undertow
Stirs apathy to sudden consciousness
Of moment-dispensation’s virgin flow
Into the grasp of human wantonness
We pass this way but once and we must choose
The handling of pure moments; use, abuse
© Janet Martin