Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Runaway Time/Run Away Time

I've had several conversations about how time slips away, and I happened to phrase part of my discussion in such a way that struck me: "That's the first line of my next poem!"

(This is why I should always have some sort of writing instrument with me.)

I decided to write a second poem based on the title of the first, since they sound the same when read aloud.  I just wanted to explore some alternative interpretations.

Runaway Time

Time has a habit of running away
Of sprinting, at break neck pace,
Farther and farther away.

Reach as you might,
Strain as you will—
Despite all possible effort—
It simply gets away.

You never get it back.

Run Away Time

Run away, run away!
It’s run away time!
Fall back!

Hang your head in shame,
if you must.
Slink away in disgust.

It’s the best you can do,
The choice is clear
Whatever you do,
You cannot stay here.

Do you have any other ideas about how I could interpret this title?  I'd love to explore other ideas!

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