Running away from me

17 Jan



in this ancient hamlet

in this ancient house

in this ancient room

of oak beams

and leaded windows

evening falls early

in Winter.


No one is forgotten

nothing is lost.







Everyone is remembered

everything is saved.


It is only time

that runs so quickly

so easily

so cruelly

away from me.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art : despite my best efforts I could not find for certain the name of the artist. If this is yours please let me know and I will credit you or remove.


Posted by on January 17, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life


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14 responses to “Running away from me

  1. April

    January 17, 2018 at 6:45 pm

    Yes, yes, yes! I love this one and I feel this too.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Leslie Meeks

    January 17, 2018 at 7:40 pm

    Time, Please slow down.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. moonbug2013

    January 17, 2018 at 9:50 pm

    I think of my memories like this picture. Being able to pull out a memory like a book, touch it, feel it while sitting in my comfortable chair. Time flows, but can gift us with the very best of the memories sometimes.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. CuteFaceAI

    January 18, 2018 at 10:18 pm

    Yes! I seem to have spent my life preparing for my life to start. Now I feel like time is slipping from me and I have so much I want to explore. So many adventures still to have. Frustrating.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. denise0904

    January 19, 2018 at 4:54 am

    all the running leaves me breathless…or is it the words, I can never remember which but I remember I love your writing.

    Liked by 1 person


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