When I was young
Someone had told me
Something existed
Called a Universal Clock
Even at the tender age
Of nine
I knew this clock
Wasn’t like the ones
We have on Earth
It wouldn’t be analog or digital
It wouldn’t have two
Or three hands
Counting down the hours
And minutes
And seconds
This clock consist of
Planets and
Suns
Rotating
Spinning
Revolving
Around one another
Forever
Time is mysterious
Sometimes we lost it
Sometimes we take it for granted
But what is time
Time is something that not even
A clock
Or planets
Or suns
Could tell us about
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
When I was young
Someone had told me
Something existed
Called a Universal Clock
Even at the tender age
Of nine
I knew this clock
Wasn’t like the ones
We have on Earth
It wouldn’t be analog or digital
It wouldn’t have two
Or three hands
Counting down the hours
And minutes
And seconds
This clock consist of
Planets and
Suns
Rotating
Spinning
Revolving
Around one another
Forever
Time is mysterious
Sometimes we lost it
Sometimes we take it for granted
But what is time
Time is something that not even
A clock
Or planets
Or suns
Could tell us about
So I've been taking a creative writing class through my community college and it's really pushed me. I've been in a pretty bad writer's block for the past 6-8 months and I feel like maybe I've finally broken out of it. Sorry for the messy and gross writings that are coming out of this time period. Any criticism helps!
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