Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Father Time

Another 100 word storytelling (poem-ish).  I thought I'd play around with the spaces around this poem, which I've been doing with the last few ones.  Why?  Just for fun.

Happy New Year!


*picture is originally from http://www.flickr.com/photos/upinthevalley/10415191304/

12/31/2013 (Tuesday)- Father Time

he sits in his chair. 
white dirty-beard, white forlorn-eyes… 

he sits stooped by the weight of his namesake around his neck, and every year it gets just a little bit heavier, 
as he’s pushed to the corner.
make way old-timer, they say with
loud pink-champagne,
dud-firecrackers and
lists of
easy resolutions.
make way for the new! go back to ya curb!
                                                                                          and they forget.

a life he gave up,
                                                                           lives he couldn’t save,
                                                                                          lives he had to take.
like grains of sand

                                             a silver ball drops.
                              he sits in his chair. 
                              like a grain of sand.