Madame Blossom's Book of Poems

Monday, November 26, 2012

Meet me at sunrise! (as opposed to meeting me at 7:30am)

Cooped up in a modern cave.
Unaware what part of the day it is.
Very dependent on the clock.
To have a sense of time.
Don't like the numbers on clocks.
They tell you to hurry up.
Or that you need to wait.
We are the clock's slave.

It'd be nice if our time
Is governed by parts of day.
'We'll leave at the break of dawn'.
'Meet me at sunrise!'
'I'll be home by sunset.'
How much more at ease we'll be.
With the task at hand.
Not enslaved by the seconds and minutes
Like fingers tapping, ticking away.

- madame blossom -