Wasting Time

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Her heart
a creator's.
Her hands
holding a gift,
a golden orb.
Time,
a treasure
not to be
wasted,
yet she set it aside
to save.

Each day,
every day,
at midnight,
inspiration
would become
dust.
Each morn,
every morn,
a new
inspiration
withered.

One day,
a spark,
a realization:
saving time
saved nothing,
not when
the choice
was Time
set aside
or Time
applied.

©November 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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