Poetry Thursday: On Time

I've seen other writers taking part in a Blogger-based program known as Poetry Thursday.

My lovely friends JVS and BB both do so, and I've always been quite jealous of them. They're amazing writers, and I'm so very glad they're here.

I want to join in. I think one of the most important parts of blogging, if not the most important part for the writerly crowd, is the feeling of mutual respect, support, and understanding you can and will hopefully receive from fellow writers.

It's a community. A writer's community, sans the hippies, and cabins, and taking to the woods ala Walden. It's more modern. And simple, in the best possible sense. It's strictly about writing, and writers, and all those pretty words...

Poetry. Yes, yes.

I wrote about that yesterday...I'm not sure why. Just trying to find some reason, I guess. Reason to be here...why am I here?? Why do I write? What do I write? How, and is it good, bad, or ugly? Do I want to share it?? Is poetry enough?

It goes on and on. Questions without answers.

I'm one of those girls who has to ask the questions, regardless of the answers, or the lack thereof.

I need to know where I stand with not only myself, but every thing and everyone. I'm a bit of a control freak. Not for the sake of being in control...just for the sake of not being out of control.

I get scared.

And that bit of childishness brings me to my very first poem o' participation in Poetry Thursday, and its lovely community of poets. (Hi!)

This week's theme is Time.

I've spent all summer writing about time. It's been a very special word since May.

I don't actually have time now, though, to write a decent poem...

But, in honor of time, and the past...I'm going to share the one single poem I ever had published. I was ten. It's called Time.

Time
Time is ticking fast away
Tomorrow, today will be yesterday
Where it goes, I cannot say
Time is ticking fast away

Ha. Not exactly genius, but it is kind of cute. Very close to my heart, at least.

So, congratulations, ten year old Ash! You got published, and I haven't. I do like your idea of time, though...

Where it goes, I still can't say.

Time is ticking fast away.