It’s Sunday
I’m an hour behind
Pleasantly,
Now surprised
Turning back the hands of time
With caffeine and rhymes
In response to an open invitation to try a new form, Shadorma at: https://alongtheinterstice.wordpress.com/2017/11/05/one-of-those-days/
Chasing sun rays
That inevitably escape
At the end of each day
Soon darkness invades
Hurry run the other way
It’s not too late
Try and stay awake
Watching shadows play
Tricks as demons slay
17 of 31 OctPoWriMo
What will tomorrow hold
Will there be stories told
May we grow a day old
Might we be called back home
No one ever seems to know
We hope for the very best
Everyday when we dress
Setting out on our quest
Feeling like we never rest
But today, we are blessed
Now is all that we can hold
Treat it like precious gold
A heirloom not to be sold
~Art found and created by: Paper Squirrel
The loud sound of the tick
Never ceases to stop
Eyes glued to the moving clock
Hearing the tickity-toc
The birdie does a trick
Someone please make it stop!
Each day quickly slips by
Time doesn’t seem to care
Daylight treated so unfair
Little to no time to spare
Cheated out of the blue sky
Winter’s coming, best prepare
