Where did it go?

For the OctPoWriMo prompt—time. A serpent’s tail poem.


Where did it go, the time,


tasted too often the same things.

Springs sprang and ran away,

days died with the sun.

Done the nights of bright and gaudy,

tawdry pleasure,

measure now the loss,

dross we gathered, saved,

slaved, craving  eternity,

we found only midnight’s neon glare.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

30 thoughts on “Where did it go?”

  1. “Who knows where the time goes?” But we still have the humming moon and Oracle–along with memories of “midnight’s neon glare.” Exactly, most of us would not have done anything differently. 🙂

      1. Oh dear. I hope it all works out for you–and if you’re looking, I hope you don’t encounter the sinister real estate man again. (I suspect he shows up in different bodies.)

      2. We’re always looking. It’s a sort of hobby. But we won’t let this place go unless it falls down or the meadows get out of control. The less we have to do with real estate men the happier I am. I’m sure you’re right, it’s the same sinister presence in different suits 🙂

      3. We’re watching a French horror show on Netflix now where a demon that a novelist writes about is real–and goes to different bodies (apparently). So watch out. 😉

      1. At my age, I concentrate on making memories with my grandchildren so they have stories to pass on to their children and grandchildren.

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