Time’s Drive

Posted on July 6, 2013 by Helen
A clock with a 24-hour dial.

A clock with a 24-hour dial. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Driving need to fill
Up time; hours pass
Quickly when unrelenting
Wishes command
All thought of rest
Departs; a distant friend
Half remembered
Lazing on a beach
Unaware of the sun’s
Dreadful dominion
Soaking up rays
Forgetting minutes, hours, days
Such languor lost now
In this rush to quell
Precipitate emptiness
Lurking in the shadows
Of inactivity; a stupor
Of time, waiting to pounce

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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6 Responses to Time’s Drive

  1. kabirgandhiok's avatar kabirgandhiok says:
    July 6, 2013 at 7:16 pm

    An amazing poem, loved all of it 🙂

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  3. LiveLoved's avatar Kira says:
    July 7, 2013 at 11:24 pm

    My counselor was just talking to me about this on Friday! lol When you get the same message twice it’s good to listen. I’m always driving to fill time instead of sitting quietly with myself. I think I will have some moments of silence tonight! Beautiful poem!

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