Time’s Corner Shop



The Persistence of Memory (Salvador Dali,1931)


Where weeks turn into months,

and months turn into years,

Father Time owns a corner shop

and parses out his  wares.


In this tiny kiosk,

nothing is as it  seems

for in this little corner shop

is a panoply of dreams.


Row upon row of mason jars

contain these inspirations,

all are genuine reveries

and none are no imitations.


Last year, fantasies  were popular

they’re sweet and light of touch

but in this older, cynical age

they don’t really count for much.


Today’s travelers purchase trances,

wishing to be  still

and others procure nightmares

hoping for a thrill.


Jars of ambition fly off the shelves,

everyone needs a  goal

but to buy  one’s purpose secondhand

is to buy another’s soul.



Quickly choose your vision,

there’s no time for indecision!

Drip. drip. drip. drip.

Time’s passage can be felt.

Drip. drip. drip. drip.

The clocks begin to melt.



via Daily Prompt: Panoply


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s