THE WATCHA Poem by TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror" caught on a string, can’t swing away "
a single moment stays another builds a solid maze every tick of the clock displays rising iron walls with slates to gaze the tick of a tock is the groove to insane caught on a string, can’t swing away twisting in the turning fate the push of a hand tips the flow of sand the other hand pulls the weight forever sharpening the keys iron mask or the height of a crown darkness moves on frightening ground a shared space in the wait etching forever the sound it makes a scrap and rattle in a tick for a tock make doors for walls complete with locks held open no more, all eyes to the floor faces keep pace for the evermore the minds design linked by a chain a constant companion remains ticking a song and hammering sublime safe in a pocket of time Terry D’Arcy-Ryan © 2019 TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorReviews
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5 Reviews Added on July 21, 2018 Last Updated on August 3, 2019 AuthorTerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorPHOENIX, AZAboutWhen I was a young girl I was your average Tomboy. I lived to watch Star Trek the only thing that could take me away from the voyages of the Star Ship Enterprise was playing Baseball with the boys. .. more..Writing
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