To-day was just like
days gone before
Can’t even remember
Anymore.
Events quotidian, chores mundane.
For Time, he marches on
Relentless
And to-morrow, and to-morrow again.
Blurred are the weeks,
fuzzy the year
Day and night merge and
Disappear.
Inchoate, and vaguely inane.
For Time, he just marches on
Unflinching
And to-morrow, and to-morrow again.
[With apologies to the Bard. And to the reader.]
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Update: This started off as another attempt.
Moonlit evening, quiet meal,
“Tell me, tell me how you feel!”
He looked at his gin and tonic
“I care”, he said, quite laconic.
“Why must you, sir, be so trite
When passions you may now ignite?
I would expect Shelley, Keats
Or Wordsworth at the very least!
Oh, please do say something clever
And I shall be but yours forever!”
“For terseness, lady, I thought I’d strive
Words I had but fifty-five
Before you hijacked my little ditty
With incorrigible verbosity.”
10 comments :
Thanks for taking this up. Have added your poem as a link on my post
PS - Is there something wrong with the formatting. This is what I see:
To-day was just like
days gone before
Can’t even remember
Anymore.
Events quotidian, chores mundane.
For Time, he marches on
Relentless
And to-morrow, and to-morrow again.
Blurred are the weeks,
fuzzy the year
Day and night merge and
Disappear.
Inchoate, and vaguely inane.
For Time, he just marches on
Unflinching
And to-morrow, and to-morrow again.
The reader finds no cause for apology :)
.:A:. : Thanks for the link. One tried to indent the lines stepwise .. will check.
Babel : Yay!
Nice! I like the cadences.
Sheetal : Thanks!
Hey...
First one inspired me in a way too complex to deserve an explanation here...
I am very impressed by your writing. Good work.
Gosh, Sines .. thanks!
I like it.
Thank you, Renee, and thanks for dropping by.
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