The Rest of the Story
The clock is ticking
seconds away
one after another.
I try to catch the clicks
but they dissipate
into the past
faster than my hands
can grab. I've been
up early waiting
for the sunrise
but my living room
remains gray.
I could be cooking
breakfast, making
something special
for my husband.
I could be starting
the laundry.
I could be updating
my blog. Instead,
I sit on the couch
in a rainstorm of lost
seconds...oh, wait,
I just snatched
a few and they turned
into words, like pearls
that I'm stringing
together, a necklace
of not-so-wasted time
on a sunless morning.
I fasten it around my neck.
I'll wear theses moments
all day. The clock ticks on.
13 comments:
I really love this piece. Perhaps because I can identify with it, with time slipping away. Especially loved the line... "they turned into words, like pearls that I'm stringing"
Beautifully descriptive!
A wonderful picture of passing time. Delightful.
Words and time seem un-catchable in the 'real' world but once turned into words they are indeed treasures..wonderful write..it's good to want to catch the seconds..Jae
Nicely done. I enjoyed reading this.
Very nicely done. I have been struggling to find words for a long time now. I'm gradually putting time and words together at last - hopefully the result will be as good as yours.
It was so good to see you here! This was beautifully written and such a perfect description for my Sunday mornings as well, I treasure those quiet moments before activity fills the day!
The imagery of words strung like like pearls is now imprinted on my mind... it is beautiful!!
Welcome back, we have missed you. What a great rhythm this has and what a joy to discover pearls like these.
I like the poem, and I love the last stanza the most.
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capturing the passing time is always a gift :-)
Sounds like most of my writing days, only told with lovely pearls of words you caught.
Awesome!!! Very inspirational, like all your poems!
I think we can all relate to the nervous helpless feeling of time slipping away. Instead of ending up in an anxious frenzy, I'm happy that you strung the moments together and held on to them. I love the idea of excepting every moment as it is.
Very lovely.
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