Drawer full of watches
Worn out bands
Batteries long dead.
Marked time
Minute by minute.
Marked time,
But never lived it.
Running out of time
Steps harder and slower.
Walking in molasses
Pulling
On each step.
Molasses, black molasses
Leaving a mess
Of footprints
On road behind.
Footprints that follow footprints
Will any come after
And
Follow mine?
Time
Running out of time.
Like watches in a drawer
Worn-out bands
Batteries dead.
Time comes and goes whether we keep track or not, another great verse.
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Lovely, thought-provoking poem.
I try to pay as little attention to time as possible as hubby is obsessed with it. It comes, it goes, and it always passes by. I'd just rather enjoy the moment.
ReplyDeleteYour poem was very good.
I love the imagery of footsteps taken in molasses!! Fabulous rhythm to the words too!! Take care
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I have four dead watches in my drawer. Oddly, this made me think of "No use permitting some profit of doom to wipe every smile away...."
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the old watches no longer keeping time. We are the watchers of the watches I guess. I keep my mom and dads watches running still.....just can't let go yet.
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ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite books of poetry is by Daniel Berrigan. It is his first book, entitled "Time Without Number." In it, poem after poem reminds us of the humanity and beauty captured in a single moment.
Peace.
This is beautiful. Just recently I read a verse which roughly paraphrased said that 'for everyone alive there comes a Spring which will be their last...' And I have my father's and my mother's watches still.
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