Time is Tick-Tick, Clicking Away
"I endlessly reach into the past; I seldom seek out
the future; and I struggle to stay in the present."
Time is tick-tick, click, click, clicking, away,
and memories shake the ocean of sleep;
lost in a maze of tombstones black and grey,
shadows on my wall of time to keep, keep.
I see the beautiful bouquets in heaps,
the curtains stir and I pull close the years;
my life is weather stained with weeping tears,
and wind is whispering through the willows.
And time is tick-tick, clicking in my ears;
but still I dwell with beloved shadows.
June 9, 2020
Poetry/Dizain/Time is Tick-Tick, Clicking Away
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All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Time
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
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