On the Tip of my Tongue

by Sharon Scholl

Image credit: Zoe Holling on Unsplash

I’m trying to dredge up a word

that accounts for time’s tendency

to run out, leaving many duties lapping

the dawn shores of another day.

The word must then include delays

endured in crowded waiting rooms

when flu and tax seasons collide.

It should suggest a hint of scorn

for years that pile up like snow banks

and refuse to melt away.

That word would cover most of what

I want to say regarding time.

If I find it, this poem will be much improved.

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Sharon Scholl

Sharon Scholl is a retired college teacher who convenes a poetry critique group and maintains a website (freeprintmusic.com) of original music and poetry for small, liberal churches.  Her poetry chapbooks, Seasons, Remains, Evensong, are available via Amazon Books.  Her poems are current in Third Wednesday and The Bluebird Word.