Poem #76: The Hourglass
#77 of Poetry
Assignment #5/8 of my college Creative Writing Poetry class. This poem is about freedom, discovering ourselves, and is a metaphor for what we as humans are tied to that is both necessary and unnecessary.
The Hourglass
The sounds of an hourglass
Are small, but exist.
Its affects upon the mouse are none indeed
But the effects on man are greater
For the man feels rushed and hurried
To complete his task in the time allotted.
He hurries to complete the report
So he can hold on to his job.
Finally, he finishes the report, and reaches for the stapler.
In the process, he knockes the hourglass
Off of his desk,
And it shatters.
Sending sand onto the floor
Afflicting the mouse with fear.
The man stops what he's doing.
He stares at the broken hourglass.
Then, he stands up from his chair,
Without paper in hand
And slowly walks out of the door of his office
Carrying neither his briefcase nor his coat
And walks out of the building
And down the street
Aimlessly.
~bhscorch
"The Hourglass" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.