Yeah, so I may be procrastinating but at least I’m trying to procrastinate creatively.
This is my first attempt at poetry in many, many years. I’m not a poet and know none of the rules of poetry but doing something which vaguely resembles poetry seemed like a good way to express how I’m feeling.
Please, if you love poetry, don’t try to read it as that because its complete lack of any kind of structure or, in fact, skill by the writer will most probably injure you. It’s just a way for me to get my feelings out.
Fighting a Losing Battle
I’m fighting a losing battle against the sands of time
I try to grasp, to grip, to hold
but the sand keeps moving, flowing, tumbling
heedless to my fight.
—–
Ninety-six hours I was given by my family going away
Ninety six to work, relax, recover
but instead, the desperation is rising
Time is slipping away.
—–
The seconds, minutes and hours pound their beat in my head
unrelenting, unforgiving and never slowing
They taunt me, laugh at me, mock me
in never-failing rhythm
—–
I feel the sands running over me, sliding down and down
forty eight hours already gone forever
every moment a step closer
and time just laughs
—–
I’m fighting a losing battle against the sands of time
it’s a battle no man can ever win
I cannt halt the inevitable
the battle belongs to time
I thought that was great. Of course, I don't know poetry very well, but I know what I like.
Thanks, Katdish.
I appreciate your incoragement
that was great brother.
Aww, Thanks, Ruth
Peter, forget rules. Don't worry about forms. Keep writing. Poetry really is for everyone, and I think you've shown that here. You've shown how you can use your words, your poem, to speak about this press of time you feel, and you have communicated your feelings here, accomplishing what any piece and any kind of writing does when it's successful.
Thanks, Maureen.
I was worried it would offend your sensibilities!
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I ;have felt the sands of time slip through my fingers many times…
Awesome poem..
Slipping, slipping, constantly slipping away!
I am not sure there is a need for any rules in poetry… anyway, if there are, I reckon you definitely followed them. That was great… I felt panicked just reading it.
Aww, Thanks!
I didn't mean to panic you though
If you continue to be so self-depreciating I shall have to threaten you and you know that's not my style.
You are a son of the King and serve Him well. Hold your head high and keep up the good work.
Wow, I can so relate to this, Peter, as not only the sands, but entire dunes have slipped away. That's what happens at my age! So while we attempt to learn from our past and control the way our sands slip in the future, know that this moment is one of gratitude for so many things. I am grateful for you, as are many. You have no idea how much you're appreciated and loved.
Please keep writing. I don't know poetry but I know what speaks. This did.
I felt anxiety and urgency as I read your poem. I think you communicated your feelings very well, which makes this a very successful poem in my book. As someone who's also come back to poetry after a long hiatus, I can only say "Keep writing!" And I'll do the same. Blessings to you!
I can definitely relate to this one. LOVED this poem, but then I don't "get" poetry either. I know none of the rules. This reminded me of a song.
"We have this moment
to hold in our hands
and to touch,
as it slips through our fingers like sand.
Yesterday's gone and tomorrow may never come.
But we have this moment today."