Passageway

Keswick, England

I wrote this poem to a prompt in How to Write Poetry: A Guided Journal with Prompts to Ignite Your Imagination. The suggestion was to write down as many definitions of time as I could in 3 minutes, pick the definition I was most attracted to, identify traits and images associated with that definition, and write a poem that never uses the word time.

Passageway
 
tick tock, tick tock
the clock speaks its words
opens the passageway
 
our days measured
in seconds, minutes, hours
days, weeks, months
and, if we’re lucky, years
 
ticking tocking clocking
we hustle about
to be there now
or here then

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