We spend our lives
trying to make time fly -
high octance adventures,
reality tv,
shopping for the perfect
clock for the mantelpiece.
Scared to sit and enjoy
moments out of time.
Later we worry
time is running out -
hold onto fleeting youth,
get cosmetic surgery,
can't face the clock
on the crumbling mantelpiece.
Scared of where we'll be
when we find ourselves out of time.
Originally posted in 2006 for the now defunct Poetry Thursday
Meanwhile over on Crafty Green Poet I've reposted another poem from 2006, you can read it here.
6 comments:
I like how you return to the clock on the mantel, now crumbling. How true.
This has a frantic sort of pacing to it, makes the reader feel the urgency of passing time. Very well done.
A brilliant piece, and oh how true!
Oh wow, sooo much truth in this poem!
Like Twitches, I like how your revisited the clock on the manglepiece and the "scared of" lines to tie it all together.
Thanks for all your comments!
Love the images of "modern life" contrasted with a crumbling clock. Poignant and nicely paced.
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