Catch the Sun before it falls,
wind your watch one last time
when the days are gone
and nights don’t return,
there’ll be no time left
for you to tell;
Moonfaced clocks the raconteurs
telling their tales of timeless time
and its travails,
making haste and letting slip
drops of time, drip by drip;
Seconds are sculptures
Hours are made of glass
the Minutes in between them
were not built to last;
The march of time always running out
in endless pursuit of what
it could never doubt,
Waiting for no man
flying away,
to catch the Sun before it falls;
wind your watch one last time..
A lyrical,cerebral poem.
Beautiful!
Delightful verse on timeless Sun embellished with great metaphors
“…when the days are gone
and nights don’t return,
there’ll be no time left
for you to tell;”
These lines can match any classic in any language by its sheer brilliance and energy and freshness.
For me, they remind me of a retreating Alice, Bergson and Joyce.
This poem explores the subjective position in the cognition of time as a physical category.
That sense, it unconsciously echoes Kant.
As a regular fan of Kasatkin, I find him still under-rated by the Establishment and peers. He is a gift to his country—and the world—by the Muses, combining activism with the lyrical commitment to social issues.
Jai ho!
Catch the sun, indeed! seize the day. Lovely write, Louis.