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Out of Time

29 Apr

This is a poem I wrote back in ’06 entitled “Out of Time”

Tonight I sit alone
in this big empty house,
cocooned in my favorite chair
and I LISTEN…


…to the noiseless sound of the air;


…to that symphony of silence,
notes with no rhythm,
notes with no sound, and I stare,
and I LISTEN…


…as the clock ticks in like a snare


…as if from nowhere, joining
that conductorless throng,
though I knew that the clock was there,
and I LISTEN…


…as it percusses its fair share


…of music that I had not
heard before now,
though all the time it had been there
and I LISTEN…


…as Time slowly passes and I dare


…myself to stop
the clock from ticking,
though I know I should beware,
so I LISTEN…


…and then I decide to share


…with Time this moment
of solitude and peace,
for even Time needs time to declare,
so I LISTEN…


…as Time begins telling me that there


…is little time left
to make amends
for my wrongs and show that I care,
but I WAIT…


…believing I’ve time to spare.


But the ticking has stopped
and the time I thought
I had was a fleeting prayer,
so I LISTEN…

WAIT…

REALIZE…

…that Time is no longer there.

 
3 Comments

Posted by on April 29, 2009 in Uncategorized

 

3 responses to “Out of Time

  1. Tory

    May 1, 2009 at 3:14 AM

    Ok, seriously. This post is irritating me. You know I hate poetry. Do something. Seriously.

     
  2. arbearguy

    April 29, 2009 at 1:08 PM

    Hmmm…is that a good “Wow” or a bad “Wow”?

     
  3. Erik Rubright

    April 29, 2009 at 6:04 AM

    Wow. Just wow.

     

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