The hours once explained to me
about the whir of lights
and sharp corners
on Wednesday nights,
and the minutes agreed
trees move too slowly
and that green speedometers
shouldn’t slip past 75.
But it was the nanoseconds
that whispered of entropy
and laughed at
the jostling and bumping
of every atom in the universe
since the Big Bang.
I tell the days now about
how you always wore a gold watch
and that your biggest fear
was being late
and missing an autumn rose,
but the years that
hang over cloudy roads
and under paved skies
remind me that
the most prompt thing in life
is the end of the road.
Author notes
This came out of a combination of the two prompts, actually. Hope you enjoy!
A contest entry
- Round 2 of 5 - Speedy Round - 30 will advance - Invite ONLY by Florida Sunshine.
525 points, ended October 31, 2007, 24 entries
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Yes I did enjoy it Irish~ nice job~ We are always rushin' to get to places... Some for important reasons ~ Often sad consequences when travelin' 75 though....
Congrats on making it to round 2 ~ good luck to you! -
Oh. This is a very insightful poem that you have written here. I liked it. It was brief but well organized with thoughts and images so that it just flowed right onto the end. It kind of made me think of person that was sitting there quietly and kind of thinking out loud to themselves and I was just sitting nearby and listening. That's how it seemed to me anyways. I thought you did a good job with this.
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This was an exceptional read, and I love the use of time in your imagery. Very well done
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I loved this piece...I really love how it unravelled. Great flow and even greater message.
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I did enjoy.
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