Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Precious Time


time,
now that i possess so little of it
has become a precious gem
paid for by the blood of fulfillment.
diamonds are forever
but my time is mortal,
ticking away in my ears,
reminding me of all that i need to do
and have yet to accomplish.
i hold my time on my ring finger,
waving it at everyone who attempts to waste it,
as if to say, “sorry, i’m committed.”

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One response

  1. and this piece is tight and fast as though you are writing with one eye on the passing minutes. Good stuff.

    Elizabeth

    October 9, 2008 at 5:36 pm

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