Finality of statements
Spoken with the clicking
Of clock hands
Sting through
And echo in empty hallways,
Out of time
Out of time
Out of time
Reminders thrown
Of shortcomings
And lost threads
Meant to follow through
But tangle in the end-
Pendulum marks speed
Of the demise
We wished to ignore
Like the sound of the second hand
Tapping away,
Stealing moments from us
That we believed
Would last forever-
How they dwindle down
With the passing of time,
Until the hands meet
At designated space
And the Cuckoo flies the nest
Leaving behind
A hollow space
To be filled only
By the sound of the ticking.
Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!
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Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (4)
. I'm impressed!! Love it!
This was so profound and poignant. Loved your poem!
Ask not for whom the hands meet, they meet for thee. Tick-tock, tick-tock....
Those moments do fly away, don't they? This is beautifully written.