Steve Jobs
You cannot stop
the hands of time
from spinning ever on
when the sand
is through the hourglass
those days are gone
you cannot bring summer back
when the leaves
are off the tree
there’s no magic spell
you cannot unring
the sunset bell
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
How true. I love how this bell is solemn and unmissable.
Thank you K… 🙂
nice write. i can hear this with double bass slowly twanging in the background.
That could be damned cool Rog… !
You’ve captured so many different ways to measure time, Rob, and ended with the sunset bell. There may be no magic spell, but your quadrille is magical.
Thank you Kim, the thin veil of darkness in this piece is not a negative overcast, it is a celebration of reality, and gratitude for the short time we are given, and a warning not to take time for granted.
Sad but true… beautifully written.
That’s one of my favourite Floyd songs too. 🙂
Thank you kate, glad you like it… 🙂
So true! You can not un-ring that bell. Lovely and wistful, Rob!
Thank you Merril… 🙂
I love your sunset bell. That third stanza is letter perfect and, of course, those final two lines. Sigh.
Thank you Yvonne… 🙂
Succinct and powerful, Rob. I adore that Pink Floyd song.
Thank you Lisa… 🙂 It was a magnificent album. I was blown away when I bought it upon its release in Spring of ‘73, brought it home, and placed it on my Linn LP12 turntable. It stayed on that turntable for a solid month. Then it went into heavy rotation through that summer with Stevies’ Innervisions, Chick Corea’s Light As A Feather, Yessongs, Dave Hollands’ Conference With The Birds, Herbie Hancock’s Head Hunter, and Marvin’s Let’s Get It On. ‘73 was a great summer. Just got out of a difficult marriage which gave me my incredible daughter, my band was in high gear, I was top of my health, moved into a new house with great practice facilities, ladies a’plenty — killer summer! 🙂
Love the thoughts in this, which to me says so much about how irreversible time really is.
Time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future, as Steve Miller told us… 😉
Nope, you cannot unring the bell. Well done, Rob.
Thank you Bill — and no, you sure as hell cain’t!
Well said, Rob! But if only one could unring…
Thank you Punam 🙂 but I’ll be honest I reached an age where I’m not sure if I’d want to unring the bell. It’s a romantic thought when you’re young, and I used to feel it, and I thought it certainly made good poetry as a thought.