Until in context, framed on subjects
Dates are baseless, nothingness
Until on benchmark settings
Set on targets, count down
Deadline set, stop clock ticks
Time in context
Time in purpose, time on target
This time set, to act on essence
Clock works ticks
And to be, and to stand
To make a pact,
On time, with time
To stand set on ceremonies
On times marked X
Time mark a place to reach
And time is timeless,
Spiraling down a black hole
Until such time, put in context
It's all just a number..until we give it limits..a good read..Jae
ReplyDeleteTime does limit us, doesn't it? Intriguing poem!
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem!
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteI swear I could hear ticking as I read this!
ReplyDeletewell done
I especially love this poem as I am forever railing against the limits of time (which unfortunately means I am often late)!
ReplyDeleteTime is such a varying thing. When you're happy there seems to be so little of it, yet when you're sad it can go on forever!
Thanks for the fab poem :)
Time has no limits, yet it limits us.
ReplyDeleteGood one!
Stopping by from SS :)
Very good! Reading this was time well spent!
ReplyDeletedefinitely...
ReplyDeletethe photo of the spiral clock says it all :)