Friday, February 02, 2007

The Second Hand
By Don Iannone

My wristwatch,
probably like yours,
has a second hand.
It goes round and round
the face of time,
cutting through nothingness,
creating and destroying the moments
with each clockwise tick.
I bill by the hour,
but live breath to breath,
like the second hand of my watch.

We worry too much about time.
It robs us of living...
downright cheats us out of life
that moves not only clockwise,
but in all directions simultaneously.
Your soul is timeless...
it knows nothing of your watch's second hand.
Your soul is laughing at your obsession with time,
and what you miss between ticks
of your watch's second hand.


Kai C. said...

thats a real good poem...

thanks for coming to my princess blog....

i knew u would like my entry..
poetry means a lot to me...

hope u are well..

have a great day!

Janice said...

So true Don...a much enjoyed read.
"Your soul is laughing at your obsession with time" -love this line

lalitha said...

Lovely Don.and it is so true.we are obsessed about time and everything and everybody we love is slipping by.

samuru999 said...

Wonderful poem, Don!
Thank you for it, and thank you for your very nice visit today!
I have been rather scarce this week... just a lot going on in my life!
I am glad I came by to read this poem... it is very meaningful!
Take care!


J. Andrew Lockhart said...

It is funny how much time goes by when we're worrying about it.

gautami tripathy said...

Sands of time...

Don Iannone said...

Thanks all for your comments. Yes, the watch must come off at times so we can watch!

Dan said...


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