I recently attended a ‘speed poetry’ class where we were given different instructions (e.g. look at a photo/object and write about it) and then had a 5 minute time limit to write our poem.
Below is a poem that I wrote when asked to think of an object in the room and write about what comes to mind (what do you think the object is?):
That measures our life
How long have we had?
How long have we got left?
It speaks from moment to moment
At times too fast
At others too slow
But never stopping
Even the moments we wish to experience for eternity
It will not obey
They fade to memories
Of time, rather than space
We can delude ourselves
By twisting its cogs and thus its will
Demanding it to show us what we want
But we are only fooling ourselves
We will never be those kids again.