Time
Time
Early in the morning on a winter’s day at sunrise
My eyes are closed to the world around me..
My mind has become tragic literature-
The sun rests low behind the mountains,
The grass is greener than polished emerald
Reflecting illumination so frighteningly bright.
I am stunningly terrified as echoed within the dewdrops-
My tears hit the ground in staccato rhythm.
Life has been a catastrophic musical -
A wall clock only I can see belittles me
As I weep a multitude of tears-
My time is running out and the cold wind blows
The leaves upon the trees surrounding-
Hell exists on this earth- terror, and dismay-
On the brink of disaster,
I can see my reflection in a nearby creek
As I cry out in fear-
If I were an adventuresome, and vibrant rare bird
I would spread my wings and fly
To my bastion beyond a multitude of cirrus clouds
That decorate the skies.
The sun shows its face above the mountaintops
While trees shiver in the wind-
I see the hands upon that wall clock spiraling out of control..
I can still see the sun falling behind the mountains when dusk sets in
Leaving me in the darkness-
The full moon wanes and the stars are coming out-
I spread my flamboyant wings and soar into the night.
Claudia Krizay
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Submitted by claudiakrizay on September 14, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABC XXDA XXBX XXXCXX XXXA XX XXX XD |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,194 |
Words | 225 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 4, 4, 6, 4, 2, 3, 2 |
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