Life is the art of drawing without an eraser ~ John W. Gardner

Tick Tock

Photo above belongs to Ashley @ Fish Avenue.

Tick Tock
I hear the clock
Ticking the seconds away
So loud
So clear

Tick Tock
I see the hand
Wiping every minute away
So strong
So determined

Tick Tock
It is merely a clock
Time? I see not
Time? I feel not
It is there, though

Tick Tock
Silent killer
Time is
Lurking around fearlessly
Bleed not, hurt not
But I am dying
We are all dying
For Time is
Taking away softly
Every second
Every minute
Of our life

Tick Tock
Do you hear it?
Do you see it?
It’s there!

~ Ashley

Inspired by Kesha and the silence in the office. I’m all alone and waiting for Andrew. Waiting is wasting, so they said. Therefore, making my brain works a ‘lil so that time doesn’t get wasted. :) Or perhaps it does get wasted, in a good way.



I was nominated last week for The Celebrate Poet of Spring in 2011 Award, March 1, 2011, and was one of the many runner-up’s who are great and creative poets. The nominated poem was My Shallow Mind. I now honor it and would like to nominate Silvertongue for this week.


47 responses

  1. what a good way to elaborate about time.

    March 3, 2011 at 6:06 PM

  2. Tick Tock I see you didn’t waste your time! :)

    March 3, 2011 at 9:42 PM

    • Ashley

      Thank you Rea (not sure if I got your name right) for “wasting” some time here. :) I see you have a very lovely blog there, very inspiring.

      March 3, 2011 at 11:23 PM

      • It’s never a waste of time for Rea to connect to wonderful people! The posts may be great in each of the blog sites but nothing beats the heart of the blogger! What do you think? Nice meeting you!

        March 3, 2011 at 11:35 PM

      • Ashley

        Yes, it’s always the heart of the blogger, I couldn’t agree with you more! It feels great, to find someone over the world wide web that shares the same thinking.

        March 4, 2011 at 12:37 AM

  3. thingy

    It is true, yet, something I don’t like to think about.

    Eek, tick, tock.

    March 3, 2011 at 11:20 PM

    • Ashley

      I too, sometimes wish it wasn’t real. But too bad, it is there! Ha! :D

      March 3, 2011 at 11:30 PM

  4. blackglassmoon

    love it. i do the same thing :)

    March 3, 2011 at 11:27 PM

    • Ashley

      Thanks for dropping by. :)

      March 3, 2011 at 11:34 PM

  5. profound one..

    Thanks for sharing…
    Happy Rally.

    March 4, 2011 at 12:27 AM

    • Ashley

      Thanks Ji. :)

      March 4, 2011 at 7:52 PM

  6. Julian Javier the Cyber Mushroom

    kinda reminded me of the poems that was told to me by my mom when i was young.

    March 4, 2011 at 3:01 AM

    • Ashley

      Hi Julian, thanks. You still remember the whole of the poem your mom told u? Your mom is amazing. Would really love to see/read it. :)

      March 4, 2011 at 8:29 PM

  7. I like your writing here, Ashley. So true–time is marching on whether we want to acknowledge it or not–slowly “killing” us. Great perspective!

    March 4, 2011 at 7:32 AM

    • Ashley

      Thank you for your compliment! Yes, like it or not, time waits for no man. :)

      March 4, 2011 at 8:34 PM

  8. Lost as time slips away. :)

    March 4, 2011 at 7:47 AM

    • Ashley

      Thanks for dropping by.

      March 4, 2011 at 8:35 PM

  9. We won’t win the battle with time, but he sure does hang around. Nice poem.

    March 4, 2011 at 8:19 AM

    • Ashley

      The only chance to win it is to beat it, and the only way to beat it is when we die, where time doesn’t matter anymore. LOL :D

      March 4, 2011 at 8:37 PM

  10. good poem about a familiar subject.good rhythm in the poem too.

    March 4, 2011 at 8:22 AM

    • Ashley

      Thanks for your kind words Krissie. :)

      March 4, 2011 at 8:38 PM

  11. Love the repetition of the tick tock. It works really well to represent the relentless passing of time.

    March 4, 2011 at 9:56 AM

    • Ashley

      Glad that you like it. :)

      March 4, 2011 at 8:38 PM

  12. time keeps on slipping away !
    Love the thoughts !
    Happy rally !

    March 4, 2011 at 12:30 PM

    • Ashley

      Thanks JL. Happy rally :)

      March 4, 2011 at 8:40 PM

  13. Just brilliant, Ashley! Great choice of words and images, congrats!

    March 4, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    • Ashley

      Thank you Dag. :)

      March 4, 2011 at 10:04 PM

  14. Scent of my heart

    Congrats on the award. Bravo!
    The time poem is lovely, so well described silence and time not passing by … Good luck with your writing and thanks for visiting me!

    March 4, 2011 at 10:33 PM

    • Ashley

      Thank you Blaga. I love your poems. :)

      March 5, 2011 at 12:23 AM

  15. you chose your words well and the repetitive tick tock makes the poem intense.. here’s my wk 39..

    March 5, 2011 at 12:15 AM

    • Ashley

      Thanks Kris. Love your “Regret” piece. :)

      March 5, 2011 at 12:25 AM

  16. Thanks for the reminder of my mortality,lol!! Great poem Ashley, we often forget we are not indestructible and one day shall join the Earth Mother!

    March 5, 2011 at 3:57 AM

    • Ashley

      LOL. Thanks Paulo. We’re all mortals. :)

      March 5, 2011 at 8:53 PM

  17. yes, absolutely.. time is a very valuable killer I guess :)

    My Poets Rally 39 Poetry

    March 5, 2011 at 8:07 PM

    • Ashley

      Thanks Leo for visiting me here. :)

      March 5, 2011 at 8:55 PM

  18. A.B. Thomas

    You definitely didn’t waste your time, fantastic write!

    March 5, 2011 at 11:45 PM

  19. Life is definitely tick ticking away
    a little bit more each and every day.
    That is why no matter what the day may hold,
    I try to value it like it’s made of pure gold.

    March 6, 2011 at 8:19 AM

    • Ashley

      This is brilliant! :)

      March 6, 2011 at 10:45 PM

  20. It’s tough to be ruled by Time, isn’t it? I visited Hawaii once and learned about the concept of “Island Time” – where the rules are not so strict. :) I like the way you kept repeating “Tick Tock”…reminding us that each second passes (kind of like how the clock’s ticking reminds us, too!).

    March 6, 2011 at 8:31 AM

    • Ashley

      Thanks for reading. :) Yes, no matter what we’re doing, time is slipping pass.

      March 6, 2011 at 10:47 PM

  21. Silvertongue

    Thanks for the nomination! Lovely poem, the rhythm sets the mood perfectly.

    March 6, 2011 at 9:17 PM

    • Ashley

      You’re most welcome :) You deserved it, congratulations. :)

      March 6, 2011 at 10:43 PM

  22. Awesome! I did a similar poem a while back also called tick tock. :)

    March 7, 2011 at 3:53 AM

    • Ashley

      Thank you! :) Read it, was a birthday Tick Tock. All the best to you. :)

      March 7, 2011 at 2:38 PM

  23. A tick tock from a clock can never be ignored.It says more than we knew….lovely poem of time

    March 9, 2011 at 1:00 AM

    • Ashley

      Thank you Uma :)

      March 9, 2011 at 12:01 PM

  24. I think about time a lot; how I’m using it, what time does to our bodies (Ewww!) and about death. From the moment we’re born time begins to take its toll on us. I think the difference is how we go about dealing with it. We can lie down and wait for time to take us; we can live our lives to the fullest enjoying everything that times allows to enjoy or you can enjoy the heck out of everything, but go down kicking! I prefer the third option. Yes, time is definitely tick tocking my life away, as my body can attest to, but I refuse to lay down and wait for it to take me. I want to enjoy every minute, not just strolling through life, but fighting the ravages of time on my body. Exercise, laugh loudly, dye your hair, do whatever it takes. When time has finally ticked its last tock for my life, I want to go out with a victorious smile and looking good.
    Really did enjoy reading this. Great job. May your day be blessed!

    August 18, 2012 at 7:16 AM

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