Time

June 12, 2015

Time stands still.

As the clocks are ticking away,

the chimes ring in and out,

like the tide on a winters night.

Cold, harsh winds whipping,

the sound of a train in the distance,

time is ever present.

Never a gift, sometimes a curse,

time is just an interpretation.

The cold chill of the rain falling,

raging waves swallow sadness,

explosions in the sky.

Time is still there

but only as you see it.

Tears fall from the sky,

landing in the crashing waters,

a never ending ocean of darkness.

The train whistles as it passes,

in sync with the chimes,

rising above the ocean sounds,

time is running out.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you made time come alive in the poem.
"The train whistles as it passes,
in sync with the chimes,
rising above the ocean sounds,
time is running out."
I liked the sound of a train. Make us wish for better or different place and time. Thank you Lauren for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[YanZeros]

Very well written I like this a lot! :) thanks for sharing this poetry Lauren Perry.