Tick, Tick

Tick, tick,tick…

Midnight,

2,4,6

A.M.

Finally, it’s time;

the clock yields to a new day.

The night lingered

and lingered….

but now —

Quick, quick!

Chores to be effectuated,

items off the list to be scratched.

not a solitary moment to be wasted!

The hours racing each other to the finish line…

Father Time will not yield to trivial needs,

relentlessly pushing each grain of sand

through the hour glass.

Oooh…

but to have

four, five, six more hours

adjoined to a turn of the earth.

Wait! They exist —

Midnight,

2,4,6

A.M.

Tick, tick, tick…

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By debi

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Pictures(respectively) from Wikipedia and HubbleSite: Raghvendra Sahai and John Trauger (JPL), the WFPC2 science team, and NASA

16 thoughts on “Tick, Tick

  1. enjoyable to read.
    clever line spacing, interesting images.
    I enjoyed the set up but got alittle confused at the line that where the poem acknowledges
    that there exist more hours in a day and
    nice symmetry to the poem as well.

  2. Time waits for no one! After reading this, I remember a movie about a girl that leaping through time, as if she has some hidden hours of time to spend. πŸ˜‰

    I love the cycle: the way you repeat half of the first stanza in the last one, perfect poem about time. πŸ™‚

  3. love it, musical and playful sound.

    Hohoho,

    What charming poetry you have posted here.

    Invite you to share 1 to 3 poems with us, anything could fit the theme of object,

    Cheers.
    Hope to see you in.

    Happy Writing..
    xoxox

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