Kill the Clocks

Wake me up when the clocks are dead
and heartbeats hold the scale of time,
when old man envy's found his bed
and dreams that soothe frustration's crime;
when all the teachers' lessons rhyme
as children dance t'ward parenthood;
when infant wants are screams sublime
and all the thoughts of man are good.

Take me back where the words were said,
that caused the silver bells to ring;
where all our beastly ways were shed,
and mingled voices learned to sing;
where selfish winter met the spring
of our rebirth in brotherhood;
where hope's old dove first raised a wing
and all the thoughts of man were good.

Lead me now, down the path ahead,
and share the humming of your mind.
Let all your dreams and feelings spread
to every open ear they find,
and watch your passions be combined,
with those of every man who's stood,
to shape a world that will remind
us all of what we should and could.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Beccy]

I fear it will be a long sleep and one that makes Rip Van Winkle's snooze seem like an afternoon nap.

Then again, and to name just two of the wonders we have created, a species that can spawn such beauty as Rodin's 'The Kiss' and Michelangelo's painting of the Sistine Chapel, (both of which I have visited and marveled at,) must surely be in with a chance of pulling back from the brink; and for the sake of our children, I sincerely hope this will be the case.

This is a wonderful poem, both in structure and message.

Beccy.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Beccy! :)

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the idea of sending clocks and dancing towards our dreams. To go for what we want and dream of no matter our age.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Poet! :)

[Poetic Beauty]

You are definitely welcome. I liked the theme of this poem.

[L.E.Osborne]

I love this so much! It reminds me slightly of a hymn or a prayer but even more beautiful and hopeful, fantastic. x

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, L! :)

[Betty Hermelee]

Throw the clocks away, let time be an endless journey of hope and dreamy happiness. Time is abstract, it’s where your heart and mind dwells. This is deep, thoughtful and flows like a gentle stream, the rhyme is outstanding with perfectly chosen words. An excellent piece, you really have a special talent.
Best, Betty

[mattavelli]

Hello, Betty, thanks for reading and the compliments. :)

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re quite welcome, your writing is very profound, wish I could that!

[mattavelli]

Your poetry is lovely. Have you tried any rhythmic rhyming?

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Perhapse a dreamland that would be.. What a nice picture you sketched here! When all the beastly ways will be shed then only peaceful silver bells will ring... That clock and the timing will be the most welcoming thing humanity could ask for... Very nice, soothing poem

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Dreamer! :)

[emmajoy]

Firstly your writing and rhyme is first class, silky smooth and yes.. musical. Read it aloud second time, could have danced!

As to the peace and happiness you write about, tis the weft and weave of a wonderful world, perhaps:
' .. when all the teachers' lessons rhyme ~ as children dance t'ward parenthood; ~ when infant wants are screams sublime ~ and all the thoughts of man are good.'

Turn off the clocks and listen to heartbeats maybe, that is what your words tell me between the lines. Thank you for offering such an idyllic share.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, emmajoy! :)

[Vertigo Cat1111]

The rhyming, the atmosphere, and the darkness make this such an amazing experience to read! Everything is tied together and flows so well. The message here is deep, interwoven perfectly with the chosen words, and honestly sounds like a very beautiful song. I love the title too, and each line is just so, so good. It's touching, deep and so interesting to read, a level of deepness not many people touch.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Colacat! :)

[Roland Petrov]

Great title! I do fear that there never was a time where all the thoughts of man were good, but it's a beautiful idea. Unfortunately, the first couple couldn't wait to eat the wrong fruit, and their son committed fratricide. It's great to be back reading your excellent poems again!

[David Klay]

Line by line a great write! First line pulls you in and you just can't stop reading it. Excellent write!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

"Wake me up when the clocks are dead … " These words hook you from the very beginning. The rest of the poem uncurls its petals like a lotus blossom in the sun. This really is very, very good.