Hidden Seconds

Sitting still

in a steel stool,

she begs, weeps

for one more second.

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Endearing,

exquisite enchanter,

ends first cry on

her life’s first second.

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Captured candid

cheesy charade,

changed by sudden

death in a second.

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Old oak observes

ordeals, orbits of

earth’s occupants’

every second’s beat.

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Nervous nerves

never needed,

not in a stage

she owns for one second.

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Dream desired

delivers disappointment

deserves encouragement

for just one more second.

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Sorry, seconds could

not be stolen, saved so

snag, snap, smack

sing, spin, swing,

stay…

every single second.

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Photo credit: Magic4walls

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In response to Writing 101:

Day 4: Seconds by @rosemawrites 

(Yep that’s me! :D)

A new life sees the world for the first time. Simultaneously, another life takes its final breath.

A passenger that was supposed to board a plane was one second late. Hours later, the plane went missing, the passenger saved.

Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.

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