To Keep TimeA Poem by SkyMy answer to the question "Why do you write poetry?".Time runs with or with out provocation The quiet click of my watch tells me this Though the hum, ever flowing, of the fan And the refrigerator, and the electricity in the walls Tells me otherwise, the watch is king So to hold this moment, I listen I abide in the busy silence of night Stare into the waxy dark as it waits For the heat that will come to melt it And take into myself the ink of the darkness It holds down even time in it The bare white of the day When drawn across are moon-kissed lines Then, when coolness comes to form back up the drippings It learns again the art of keeping time So each new day to come is held at bay By quiet sounds who whisk the time away © 2013 Sky |
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