WHEN

WHEN

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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losing time

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WHEN

Old grandfather clock greets its demise
the singular timepiece for old Mrs. Wise
what's to be done, I shall not know the time
who gives a damn, says her alter ego, you will be fine

Pitiable Mrs Wise entrusts that clock
indeed, the soothing sounds of the tick tock
in what way shall I know when to do what?
Don't rankle, says her ego, you'll be smack on the spot

Wherewith I know when it's time for sleep?
Thou shall see darkness, shush not a peep
at what moment shall I ready the tea in the morn?
when the moon whispers it's forthcoming dawn

In the absence of my clock, I am utterly lost
be sedate Mrs. Wise, the clock has been tossed
a notion just came to me and I shan't ever tell
but I now hear the time by the old church bell

My untried timepiece is really quite fine
hence, my body clock moves in a tidy sum of time

© 2020 Betty Hermelee


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Our Body knows the time with a squeeze of lime... we will be just fine. The Clock in the Square will be there so shopping and chores will be timely. As for cooking... there is a scent that knows when it is just perfect. Take time for Prayer 🙏 Amen ... Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Dear Pat, thanks for that poetic review, I think I like your better than mine!
Best always, B.. read more



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Our Body knows the time with a squeeze of lime... we will be just fine. The Clock in the Square will be there so shopping and chores will be timely. As for cooking... there is a scent that knows when it is just perfect. Take time for Prayer 🙏 Amen ... Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Dear Pat, thanks for that poetic review, I think I like your better than mine!
Best always, B.. read more
This made me smile....at tennis we keep time by the chimes of the Lutheran Church near SIU campus.
but yes, old folks may not tell time anymore, and may not remember a lot, but they can live each day to the fullest, and be like kids again, back when time didn't matter.
love it.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

Well poor Mrs. Wise was quite thrown off when she relied on her one timepiece.. we are so much worse.. read more

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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..

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