The Passage of Time
I hear each
tick of the clock.
See a hand sweep
past the seconds.
Sunshine turns
to moonlight.
The leaves are
blowin' away.
Will I build
another dream?
Will we walk
together again?
I hear each tick
of the clock,
marking the
passage of time.
Thanks to Sarah Turnbull for this week's Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt-I Spy. This was kind of a "prompt scavenger hunt." Click on the link to see the instructions. My prompts were: clock, the line-"we accordingly walked together to the parking lot from" from Hot Money by Dick Francis and the CD "Time and Love" by Laura Nyro. [Note: Since I still listen to music the old fashioned way, I picked up a stack of CDs, shuffled them three times and pulled one out.]
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