Dawdling
Time burns in my fireplace
Eaten by a thrashing flame
That can never finish it's meal.
No warmth comes from such a fire.
Time just floats up
With the smoke,
Out the chimney and flies away
Ahead of the wind.
©2001 MC
Notes on this poem: Well, basically the title says it all. I still want to workshop this piece though it seems finished. Parts don't seem right. Originally the poem was supposed to be about procrastination and I want to redo it so that it still does.