Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly 100 word photo prompt hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Why not join the 100 + equally addicted participants every week. Just follow the link to have a go..
There will always be time for regret,
When the bell is calling us home,
Time to remember lost chances,
And time to reflect on our own.
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There will always be time for apologies,
When no one is there to disturb,
Time to acknowledge our failures,
And time to review and observe.
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There will always be time for reflection,
When the rain and the storm clouds go,
Time to relinquish the burdens,
And time to share all that we know.
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So I listen for the bell in the distance,
And I wait for it to call me on home.
Beautiful.
Thank you ๐
lovely poem
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Love it!
My prose deserted me, so went with a poem instead ๐
It was meant to be!
Another excellent poem, Helen.
janet
Thank you, sometimes poetry is a quick fix when my head can’t get into gear ๐
Profound and very evocative!Loved it!
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This sings like a true ballad.. love it.. The sentiment of the bell I really love too.
Thanks, I appreciate the comment, especially from you ๐
lovely. it’s always a pleasure to read your poetry.
Ahh, thank you, I’m still an amateur but I like the practicing ๐
I love the diversity I find in your writing, Helen. I’m never sure what I’ll get, and I love that.
Thanks for that, sometimes I think my head veers off in different directions to everyone else, I’m not sure if that’s too much or not enough wine ๐
Personally, I love that you mix it up and show the various elements of your writing, Helen. There are some writers who I know will give me horror, or mystery, drama… but I like that you throw out different things to keep us interested. ๐
My mother used to use a bell to call us home for dinner. Your title reminded me of that.
This poem is deep. I have read it several times; it is so rich with meaning.
Thanks ๐
Helen your poem had a melodic cadence that seemed to lull me into submission. Like a meditation it settled into my bones there will always be time. This made me hope so. Beautiful!
Thank you, pity we can’t have more time in the middle ๐
That’s beautifully written …so touching…many assorted memories came to my mind…thanks.
๐ It would be great if you could drop at my story FOREVER.
NB:ONLY if you donโt mind. ๐
FOREVER was a great story ๐
Thanks a lot for being so kind and encouraging.. ๐
Thanks for reading ๐
You’re getting a bit not bad at this poetry lark, eh. ๐
Cheers, Poetry is great for a quick fix when my prose goes missing ๐
Think back. When did you last see them?
Last Tuesday after lunch, maybe it was the sandwich, I should have made soup ๐
Helen, the rhythm of this, and the repeated motif of the first lines of each stanza, make this an incredibly effective poem. There. That’s the professional praise. Now, the gushing: omygodilovedthis! Very beautiful, and full of hope.
I love the way the bell resounds through the rhythm and words of your poem.
why go home when there’s more out there to explore? as frost said, more miles to go before sleep time.
Beautiful!
Well done, Helen. Great, reflective piece.
Lovely poem. It’s hopeful and a bit sad both. It makes the reader ponder life.
I really enjoyed this, Helen. I too like mixing prose and poetry, and sometimes one pops up when the other just doesn’t seem to work. Versatility!
Very Nice.
Beautifully written, Helen. We just do want to procrastinate too long before asking for forgiveness or expressing our love and appreciation. Someday that finally bell will toll to call us home and our time will be no more.
Still in thought. Beautifully written. Touches home.
Poetry can be a tough way to go with prompts, but this one works. Nice.
Marie Gail
Dear Helen,
A lot of truth, beautifully written in verse. I enjoyed it. Well done.
shalom,
Rochelle
Very nice.
Very true. A great little sonnet.