Time

A clock sitting on that wall

Weighing a ton of ticks

Extending three arms

Moving slowly

As if they're holding bricks

Numbers carved deeply

Like wrinkles on an old tree

Gathering in a circle

Waiting in vain

To be pointed on and set free

The wall horrified

By those strange eyes

long deep glances

fast sneaking looks

Praying and pleading

For eternal time to be mortified

An old man

With a hammer in hand

Swaying up

And down on a nail

Whenever a second slips

Till that hammer falls

Digging deep into the ground of his death

 

And the old woman beside him named time..

never dies

 

19.9.2012

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Time doesn't die but continues on forever. The clock will keep ticking long after we are gone. The sun will rise and fall and continue its cycle til explodes. The concept of time can be a deep one to grasp sometimes for it is ever moving and changing but never dies.

[dadist poetic]

exactly..it could be tiring aswell

[T. Val]

You have a lot of great lines in here. The end is sad when you realize that this old man you speak of dies alone. Well done.

[dadist poetic]

thanks

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice poem . I enjoyed the read...:)

[dadist poetic]

Thanks alot :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Leigh]

You bring the character of the timepiece out in its physical elements so well, I can only agree with the other two reviews that 'ton of ticks' is a great line to use.

[dadist poetic]

Thank you so much :))

[Joe Curtis]

Wow this is a great poem. I love the imagery, but 'ton of ticks' especially blew me away. I felt the weight of them all falling upon me! Makes you realise how oppressive time can be...

[dadist poetic]

Time could really become a pain ..thank you im glad you've liked it!

[sorcha ruane]

i like the line length and the rhyme in this poem. i really like the lines 'weighing a ton of ticks' and 'whenever a second slips'. nice work.

[dadist poetic]

Thank you so much for giving feedback :)