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 |  A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| Time tick-tocks at a beach where I loitered among a thousand heads, winging shadows, tumbling into hollows of damp sand, searching; then, on the stairway where I first saw you in shaky heartbeats, although I had met you a hundred times before; in the places where you explored me, caressing in the nightlong frenzy of your game; and at the exit where you spun away, dancing into the cobwebs. Prompt: We don't always count our time in hours, days and years. T.S. Eliot's Prufrock says "I measured out my life in coffee spoons." Some count by the weeks till vacation, hours classes till the end of a school day, months to summer, regrets, For this prompt, write a poem which addresses the passage of time in an unconventional way. |
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