Silence pours over my eardrums
Talk to me? No — not tonight
For I am in a curious state of being
I’m feeling my blood rush through me
It’s swirling and dancing in my veins
Life is pumping from my fingertips
I pause a breath
Wait…two, now more
Hold my breath to hear the clocks
Feel time slip away
Each tick a moment faded
Into what?
Darkness.
Where does time go when passed?
I check my empty closet
Behind my bathroom door
Venture to the woods and pray
Not here a voice calls
Search somewhere else today.
In the meadows
Up the ally
“No.” said the drunken man
“You missed it, kid. Keep runnin’ ‘til you’re dead.”
Death.
Ah, I found it yes
Not to earn back
But my earnings here lie
Clocks are not the enemy
But what the seconds mean
Do you see?
Chasing, running, flying by
Catch it — no
Let it go
And fly with it
One secret to an old wives’ tale
Do not throw away clocks
Do not hoard them in a drawer
Do not watch it turn
Do not try to turn yourself
Lay it there
Touch it not
Do not look at all
Just feel the moments giving life
And give back something more
The magical weaving of your thoughts into words was just splendid. You really have a flair with words 🙂
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That means a lot, thank you so much. 🙂
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Wow, this was beautifully written! I really appreciated and admired your choice in words and phrasing. Definitely keep it up! Happy blogging to you!
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thank you! Happy blogging to you too!!
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My pleasure! 😊
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This was beautiful! ❤️
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Aw thanks so much!
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This is so beautiful and well written!
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Oh thank you so much!
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