Tuesday, September 6, 2011


Slip by
So aimless.
Creeps one day closer.
Time—relentless master
Of life, yet friend whose whip compels
Our plea, “Lord, teach us to number our

(I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about eternity. I knew I wanted to write a poem, so I chose this meter--a nonet. It starts at one syllable and increases to 9.
The title is the first line, 1 beat. The second line is 2 beats and so on and so forth until you come full circle with the last line which is 1 beat.)

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