Dermot McGarthy


Killing Time


Of all the things he killed,
He regretted killing time the most,
During that long season of love,
When he played catch-up to the host.
Or in the period when he thought,
That art could somehow set him free,
As he kicked seconds into minutes,
He rolled them into hours,
Just to make people see,
That he was ruled by the tyranny of desire, and,
Conjoined hours with endless days did conspire,
To pursue anger and capture fear,
Building a citadel within,
As Sundays, seasons, and semesters in turn,
Were squeezed into the bin.

He even declined to turn every page,
As the inveterate fire within him blazed.
Rather skipping to chapter’s end,
As years were held ransom by decades,
With no rescue money to send.
Thus, that which he was killing,
Was really killing him,
Scripted by another’s hand,
From ringing out to ringing in,
Until the last lines that were written,
He stumbled upon aghast,
This time that they called 'forever',
Yet, he wondered,
Would it last?

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Killing Time by Dermot McGarthy )

Enter the verification code :

  • Patricia Grantham (4/25/2013 8:56:00 AM)

    A really good poem! Time waits for no man, we must use our time wisely
    or else we will get left out. Well thought out verses. (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (4/2/2013 8:59:00 AM)

    A very complex and interesting poem, there is so many facets of our character, emotions can control us beyond our will, destiny is in the hands of God.
    Brilliant lines, unresting and thought provoking (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. putin and napoleon, co the skipper
  2. Poet And Poem, Ruma Chaudhuri
  3. My Dream, Kripa Bhardwaj
  4. Under the Tamaring Tree (St. Patrick's A.., Leonard Dabydeen
  5. Prime Truth - 83, Pranab K. Chakraborty
  6. Prime Truth - 82, Pranab K. Chakraborty
  7. Directors Are Cap Off Scot-Free, Terence G. Craddock
  8. Prime Truth - 81, Pranab K. Chakraborty
  9. Relation is by woman, Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  10. life without you, kiranjot kaur thiara

Poem of the Day

poet Wilfred Owen

All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]