tick tock
Sound of the clock.
tick tock tick tock
Seconds flock from future to past, relentless and metronome-steady; you know you won’t last forever but that won’t stop you from trying.
tick tock
Minutes mock by not passing and then – you’re not looking – an hour has gone. But what is one hour?
tick tock tick tock
Days, weeks, months stack up, the beat of the metronome faded to background noise.
tick tock
Years, decades, a lifetime, the tick tock has knocked them out of you second by irreplaceable second.
tick tock tick tock
Sound of the clock.
tick tock
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It flies by sometimes and others it’s as slow as can be! Very good!
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Thank you, Carol!
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I agree with Writersdream… It can drag or whoosh by… but always when we wish the opposite 😀 It’s not weird. It’s great!!
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Thanks, Annie! I have to admit I quite like these poetry experiments, they’re fun 😀
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Glad you’re enjoying it 😀
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Me too 😀
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This is fantastic. “Seconds flock from future to past, relentless and metronome-steady” — love how you relate time’s passage to a metronome and continue that image all the way through with “tick tock” references. 🙂
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Thank you, Melinda! Glad you like it 🙂
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You’re welcome 😉
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Great poem on seconds. I kind of got a weird vibe from it like someone is trying to beat – get passed the seconds before they are caught. It’s because it reminds me of Edger Allan Poe, ‘The Pit or The Pendelum.” It is a scary story. Your’s wasn’t scary or anything it just had that slightly weird vibe to it — in my mind. Great job!
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Oh, there is definitely something weird going on here… I think I have to go and re-read The Pit and the Pendulum now, it’s been years since I’ve read it.
Thank you 🙂
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