Poem - The Fleeting Hour - based on a prompt on one's greatest fear

 

Sweater stitched by Carole Declerck

clothes made for her grandchild

You, the fleeting hour,

Make me wonder how? 

I will do it all,

In between then and now. 

You, the rushing clock, 

Make one despair!

We just don’t have enough time, 

To stand and stare.

You, the mighty minute, 

Make us wonder,

How much work in 60 secs,

One can capture and surrender?

You, the ticking clock,

You, the giver of opportunity,

You have such a knack,

To be abundant just as you seem without pity.

This poem was penned in response to #WeekendWritingPrompt asking for a poem addressing one's greatest fear, in the 2nd person singular 'You'.

The creation on the photo is by my friend Carole Declerck, who is a talented seamstress and has started making beautiful clothes for her grandchild. I love collaborating with small creators.