The clock is ticking, the father is afraid.
The mother is screeching, she is in pain.
But now a little being is crying and wailing,
The baby is born and the parents are laughing.
Now he's a little older, and santa is coming.
His father is whistling, and music is playing.
Outside, the snow is crunching and birds are singing.
It's christmas time and he's still young and smiling.
Now he's a little older, packing his boxes.
His mother is crying, and thunder is roaring.
He gets in the car, the rain is drumming.
Yes, it's time to go, adult life is waiting.
Now he's a little older, his turn to be a father.
The mobile is making music, and the baby's babbling.
Toys are thudding, and his wife is humming
A song, but the clock is still ticking.
Now he's a little older, time for his baby to leave.
The dog is barking and the child is waving,
The car is leaving and honking.
His baby is gone, the tears are dropping.
Now he's a little older, all alone.
The cat is purring, insects are buzzing.
The stairs of his empty house are creaking,
And the clock is still ticking.
Now he's as old as he's going to be,
And he no longer hears a thing.
He gets up the stairs, nothing.
He walks by the clock, nothing.
He sits in his chair. Nothing.
YOU ARE READING
The clock is ticking
PoetryA poem I wrote for a class in university. Writing Task: Your task is to create a written soundscape. It could be from your daily life or from a situation you imagine, but you must include vivid description of sound
