A poem response that was inspired by the daily post’s prompt.
What’s your next, most pressing deadline? Are you excited, stressed, or ambivalent about it? What’s the first thing you’d like to do once you’re done with it?
The sound of the clock
ticking down the minutes
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Procrastination at its finest
When there is a deadline to meet.
The time space continuum
Shatters as the final seconds approach
Never do we work harder
A moment before we have to.
I had a deadline. It was December 15th. Yet the work was not done. I was excited, ambivalent, and stressed about it. All three emotions wrapped into a ball of energy that led me to want to do everything but the one thing I needed to do most. Doesn’t it always? Needless to say it was completed, but at the very last moment.