'Swapping Beauty With Time' Comments

Quite enlightening piece. As Steele said once Death (Time) is a great leveler, it destroys everything whether beautiful or ugly, young or old, poor or rich.It knows no distinction made by man.

A very delightful and insightful read. I enjoyed, Loyd

Why I didn't read earlier. It is classic. I see the metaphysics of John Donne reflected in this poem. You attain great poetic heights in this poem.

I am probably alone in this, but I do not believe this piece communicated the message, as I understand it, very well. If this is about what the title indicates, then I found only circumstantial evidence presented in the piece. GW62

Abha this is a wonderful testimony to how age catches us but I agree with Sandra, the beauty of the soul runs far deeper than anything skin deep. Lovely musing. HG: -) xx

Time will have us all, but the beauty of the soul, like art, remains eternal. Excellent work. Praise for your eloquent pen. Warmest regards, Sandra

Yes, physical beauty is not the same and as eternal as Nature or Art!

Great poetry Abha, tracing the travails of time...

Abhaji, time is stagnant while reading you

Yes, that is the natural course of an individual beautifully portrayed and presented!

sweet beautiful poem...10

the march of time and our mortality captured well with images.t he circle of birth and death goes on. the march of time spares none. the truth of human existence brought out well in your thoughtful style. mamta

A good thought provoking poem on philosophical reality. Well written with vision and imagery

Life is a package tour and a theoretical approach is more convincing, it is a voyage in a way unpredictable and the quintessence is how one navigates it.. It is true Abha, in years to come it is all curls and wrinkles... Poem confers a substantial thought. a very good write. Rema

The onward role of time related with philosophy and a certain detachment. Inevitability looms large in this poem. This is reflected in the last stanza when one looks in the mirror. That's how it seemed to me. Thanks Abha.

i like it.a good poem.write as in future also.....

Very close to Shakespeare's sonnet 'Like as the Waves' Where he says: Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith, being crowned, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of natures truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; ......... This is really a classic poem and a truth which have been acknowledged by all the writers of all the ages.We can not ignore it.A serious philosophical reflection on the themes of time and death.Great work.

The final stanza is an oracle in itself....I find the entire work to be intensely statued as a lifecall of sobriety, to that which is immutable & inevitable in our mortality. You have astutely confluenced your philosophies on life & time by onsetting with wildlife/nature, and then subtlely merging it with human life, versus the ever-ticking clock....And, thus, once again, you have provided your evergrowing readerbase with an opulent helping of literary sweet.As always, young lady....Excellent work! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..