(With thanks to Chaucer for help with the title)

Trading Time

I'm shouting at my silence
to speak in rhymes of seasons,
remembering bursting buds
unfurling leaves, curling
from tender stems
new life for old,
I would trade time for a moment,
when innocence was ripe
and days were sunny
when it rained.

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2013-11-08 at 01:23

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
This is incredibly well-written. I especially like the line "when innocence was ripe."

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The Time Trade?

A lot to reflect on in reading these lines.

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it is like looking back at old photos and they all seem to have this light and a sense of surreal as if this is just stuck in pages of an album, poignant, the last two lines, for me, say a lot

Elle x

As someone who appreciates both sunny and rainy days (both figuratively and literally), I can relate to this.

There are times when time itself pauses in its rushing by, so much happening that it has to stop and let it all unfold. You've captured that moment perfectly.

I like this, in particular the notion that there is one perfect moment when everything is in balance.

A poignant piece, shells, as I read it. I like the delicate descriptions and the thought-provoking last few lines. Applause!