Time
There is never enough time, is there?
I notice the hands stop moving,
then the clock shatters into
pieces. The man with the
pocket watch tells me
not to worry.
He tells me
not to
go.
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Hi there, thanks for reading. I'm writing some more poetry lately, trying to stretch my poetry muscles before April, which is National Poetry Month.
This is a nonet poem, a nine-line poem with 1 less syllable per line. I got this prompt from @AmyKayPoetry — it was one of her prompts last year, and it’s still in her Instagram highlight for writing prompts.
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Not ready for that kind of commitment? I get it. If you liked this, I recommend checking out Cheers, another poem, or Graveside, a piece of short fiction.
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Jaci Schreckengost
Hey there, I'm Jaci Schreckengost.
Here are some pieces of my writing. They're all drafts; some on revision one, some on revision ninety.
You can see more of my work at jacischreckengost.com. I'm also on Instagram @JaciSchreckengost.
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