This week's Poetry Thursday's theme of time, is a theme that has always fascinated me. I have written a lot of poems on that subject already. However, I did enjoy the challenge of coming up with yet another.
As it's a brand new poem, I haven't yet had the chance to give it the test of time (heh heh.) No doubt I'll have to work on it a bit more yet before I consider it perfect. Meanwhile, please treat it as a bit of a toddler as far as poems go.
without or within
Every morning I wake to the sound of time.
It’s as if I wake again from the dead.
Another resurrection. Face it,
without time beating like a heart,
I would die. With nothing to hold it,
the sky would too. Without the shape
and frame of days, we’d all fall.
Without the dying and rising,
the existence of blue,
of slow seconds, the wave of gravity,
the space of an hour,
the resistance of tides and measured
moons; we’d all die. It would be as if
we never were.
I worry. Will I ever see you again?