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.