Sunday 5 September 2010

Timing - Writers Island prompt 19 - Breakthrough

This was written for Writer's Island
Prompt 19 - Breakthrough

T I M I N G
The slow ticking morning
became etched
with her thoughts.

Scratched deep
into the very fabric
of the moment.

Every passing minute,
masquerading
as an hour.

Walls were built,
brick by silent brick,
as she waited

for the breakthrough
that never
came.
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3 comments:

Claudia said...

oh how sad that the breakthrough never came - but so well written
mine is up as well

Elizabeth said...

Very well laid out progression of time spent waiting, and I, like most readers, I would imagine, got left with my mouth open saying but, but...

Elizabeth

Tilly Bud said...

Love how the pace and form match the words. I especially like how you describe minutes as hours.

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