For Miz Quickly’s poetry prompt: day 5, sound
A Gambol With Time
Am becoming jaded by this game
I have been playing. Chasing after
tiny tiles, racing after pacing clock,
always getting chopped off, just
before I am finished.
A life lesson from the Universe?
Conversing in simple symbols:
thimbles of time steadily running
out, before I’m ready to begin
this chore, I alone have been given.
Distracting myself will never
complete this task, of which
I’ll admit I am frightened. Steady
tightening of allotted time seems
to make me only run faster.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/5/13