Monday, 7 October 2013


“Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.” - William Penn
Magpie Tales has selected this week an image by Crilleb50 to act as a stimulus for creative endeavours. Here is my offering:
Tempus Edax Rerum
Infinite Time forever rushing forth
You run, you never stop, never to die.
In, out, unendlessly you weave a cloth,
A wily web in which we fall and helpless lie.
Time, tireless traveller, you never tarry
Unheeding to our cries of: “Mercy, stop!”
You hurry forward and Death you carry
His sickle sharp and ready for the crop.
Unending Time, the one without beginning,
How weak we be, if we should try to fight!
You only can the victor be, forever winning;
Glory for you, fame light; for us an endless night.
Even the strong you break as forth inexorably you fly;
Time in the end only surviving, all other things to die.


  1. This is intense and ominous, the language is beautiful and classic. We do some times barrel through life never stopping to enjoy its gifts

  2. Love the twilight tinge .... lovely writing too.

  3. The poem complements the image very well and the language fits the formal style.

  4. All things cease to exists except time. very beautiful.

  5. And a wiley web you've woven here. :)