In the silence of a home once full of noise,
A clock is ticking.
Suddenly I know…
Every second marks a moment,
Another chunk of time
Leaves the future,
Slides through the present
Becomes the past…
As I listen.
And this is me,
A life ticking away.
How many seconds pass in reverie?
How many lost unmarked
And unremarked
Beyond my reach?
I cannot call them back,
Cannot rewind, relive
Refill with memories.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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Ah I like this a lot! 😀
And yes, I also hear the clocks ticking with no kids or dogs around! 🙂
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Thank you. The ticking is a good reminder to enjoy 🙂
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Yes. 🙂
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I enjoyed this just as much the second time around, Sue.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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