Echoes

Drowning in the echoes

of the pendulum's solemn song.

Chasing down tomorrows

before today has even gone.

Perhaps it's already too late.

Years feel like a lifetime.

Twisting in the winds of fate.

Wasting time like It was mine.

Drifting along upon the waves

of reality's swirling tide.

Inches above a watery grave.

By the same margin I've survived.

And like the clock's continuous tick,

endless words relentlessly spill

from an addled mind, much too sick

to ever leave these weary fingers still.

Reviews

[William Liston]

I can understand the emotions expressed in this. It's like time itself is haunting us--it's our worst enemy and we can do nothing about it. I think the first two lines of this poem state that feeling the most concisely. I think many people who read this can relate to the message. Well done.

-William Liston

[Sazaku]

Thank you for the review. This feels like a concept I come back to over and over, this idea of the gradual, yet relentless momentum of time. That "spectral" image you mention is very visceral to me, and something I try to channel into my work. I'm glad that impression came out here.

[slfisher89]

Beautiful: love the extended metaphor time as a powerful body of water. Rather good imagery; the tone reminds me of John Donne's poem "For who the bell tolls"

[GalaxyGhost]

Time is strange and I still don't have a clue on how it works and it is easily manipulated as it can feel short or long to a variety of people. Some days are long and sometimes not enough. It reminds me of that Time episode of DHMIS.

[Sazaku]

It really is interesting how such a measurable concept can so easily be manipulated by our perceptions. Stare at a clock, and one minute feels like ten. Watch an episode or two of your favorite show, and an hour feels like a minute. The thing that ends up railroading many of our lives might not exist at all.

Thanks for the review.