The Flickering wood

I kept looking at it , it kept getting faster but I held the gaze which pierced through it and then I finally saw it. The flickering wood.

Too and fro, you keep oscillating
As if, your life depends on it,
As if, it holds a significance to your breath,
With every uniform motion shredding,
Each second that had been your own making.

As diligent as it appears,
I can't fathom the coherence it takes,
For the prolonged bearer,
To relentlessly support the dangling mass, while it shakes.

To me, you are the biggest threat.
Mercilessly, you butcher my innocent dreams,
At a disarming rate,
Each time, by swinging ahead of my plan, it seems.

I still admire while hating you,
The tenacity you do your job with,
The perfect intervals, at which you make the clock hit,
I hope you to share your vibrant hue,
And spare me the never ending surge too.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong and honest thoughts in the poem.
"To me, you are the biggest threat.
Mercilessly, you butcher my innocent dreams,
At a disarming rate, "
Naysayers are many in a life. We must paid them little mind. People fear talent and free thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kshitij Srivastava]

Thanks for reading and reviewing. ☺

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[vspjaguar]

A love hate relationship with time; your poem beautifully conveys it with your emotion. Thanks for sharing.

[Kshitij Srivastava]

Thanks for reading and reviewing ☺

[Jess Armstrong]

I like this one, especially lines four and five.

[Kshitij Srivastava]

Glad that you liked it....thanks for reviewing :)

[AaronFreitas]

Nice work buddy! I like the words... like the story you tell :)

[Kshitij Srivastava]

Thank you so much : )