A late (but not too late!) submission for DVerse’s current poetry form challenge: the Wayra. I love trying new forms, and this is a short, 5-line, syllabic form. Follow the link to find out more and to read other wayra poems that are probably better than mine. 🙂
always right behind:
unceasing tick-tock talking
just a quiet whispering
“remember me always,”
until all other sound is gone
The ticking of that clock from the other day has continued to inspire me. Not only did I write this wayra poem about it, but I also got a Chaucerian stanza out of it. Sharing it just for fun:
The ticking of the clock is prominent:
Once tuned it out but can’t un-hear it now.
It marks each moment as significant,
One second on, and then it takes a bow.
No one can grab it back, no matter how
They wish wasted time could ever return:
The clock’s ticking reminds us who don’t learn.
revivedwriter 
That emotional line….remember me always….really powerful
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I’m glad it worked, as I wasn’t sure about it.
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One can contemplate the passing of time, and time wasted, with each tick. Beautifully captured.
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Luv that pivot
“remember me…”
Much💛love
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Great job … we got two for the admission price of one!!!
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Those sounds we can’t unhear can be quite loud! (K)
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Time’s ticking as a “quiet whispering” reminder, even when “all other sound is gone”: a paradox of time’s passage and intrusiveness. I love the wayra and the Chaucerian stanza, Jenna.
pax,
dora
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A never ending reminder that time is always passing by.
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This is gorgeously rendered, Jenna! Wowww 💝💝
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That means a lot, coming from you. 💖
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