A little gloomy, but hey, it's just a poem. :)
as if hesitant to proceed, like a tenacious inchworm,
inching forward in measured strides, malingering,
as if unsure it should submit to the laws of velocity
and the relentless ticking of clocks and other tempos,
without intent, but yet with a vague ferocity:
Time marches on, a soldier in step with motion,
It measures our rites of passage--birth, marriage, death;
In leisure it seems to pause, to give us the illusion of control,
but in distress, like a seizure, it arrests our breath,
a formidable despot, calling the shots,
tumbling down the weeks, the months, the years,
over hopes, dreams, lovers, and cemetery plots.
Poetry by William Hughes
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Written on 2025-10-07 at 22:16
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Vanquishing, Voluptuous Velocity
Each day takes its time, or so it seems, lingering,as if hesitant to proceed, like a tenacious inchworm,
inching forward in measured strides, malingering,
as if unsure it should submit to the laws of velocity
and the relentless ticking of clocks and other tempos,
without intent, but yet with a vague ferocity:
Time marches on, a soldier in step with motion,
It measures our rites of passage--birth, marriage, death;
In leisure it seems to pause, to give us the illusion of control,
but in distress, like a seizure, it arrests our breath,
a formidable despot, calling the shots,
tumbling down the weeks, the months, the years,
over hopes, dreams, lovers, and cemetery plots.
Poetry by William Hughes
Read 32 times
Written on 2025-10-07 at 22:16
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