Where does the time go? A Daily Poem Entry |
Lost Time Circles within circles. We move around the sun marking the ending of each day with the rising moon. The measured march of time cannot be outrun leaving us to ask, “How did it get so late so soon?” Slowly, I become aware that once more I have been drifting in the ether, somewhere in my thoughts again. Looking at the clock, I couldn't help but grin. At least ten minutes lost, as close as I could ascertain. I wonder if there is a place where misplaced time exists; a place full of chronographs where lost moments are stored. Perhaps somewhere in the universe, in a dark abyss, all the world's lost moments form a treasured hoard. Do we know, instinctively, that forever has an end but not until the final grains of missing time have dropped? If so, then all our daydreams are more than we comprehend. Without them, we may find that everything has ... stopped. An entry for September 1st round of "The Daily Poem" Prompt: Image You must use the following quote from Dr. Seuss: ”How did it get so late so soon?” You may not use: tick, tock, minute(s), hour(s), year(s), or birthday. The poem must be at least 8 lines Form: Quatrain (abab) Line Count: 16 |