i.
Silence.
I feel the rasping sound
of sand cascading;
each day glinting off
the grains of time.
ii.
Rhythm.
Rub dub. A vein pulses,
beating out a finite cadence.
I wake, sleep, eat, love
to an unseen master.
iii.
Rhyme.
Unspoken words echo,
seeking a resonance in
the streaming segments
that mark my passing.
iv.
Silence.
The rhythm slows… stops.
The rhyme is forgotten.
The sand falls quiet
in the darkness.
v.
Linear or circular,
an end or beginning,
the rhythm continues
independent of my
unwilling dependency.
Author notes
Prompt: tick-tock
Picture Credit: http://oneminutes.deviantart.com/art/OLD-HOUR-GLASS-62880962
No more than 5 stanzas
A contest entry
- Vignette For Ten by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended February 2, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
Comments
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I like this one, such details and what a great take on the prompt. I expecially liked the fourth chapter the best.
Congrats in the shiny
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I think you are truly going to do well with vignettes. I'm keeping comments to a minimum while judging, but this is worth more than one read. Love, Lane
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