The Keeper of TimeA Poem by Trevor Jay BloodworthTime never stops and we often forget that its there at all. It can preoccupy us or it can vanish completely.The
pendulum waved on my dear grandfather clock. It
spoke its usual, fair and timeless words, “tick-tock.” It
housed it’s pendulum inside its glass womb. It
was tall and tense looking, like an ancient tomb. Hearing
it brought me fear and apprehension. Louder
it ticked and tocked in dark tension. “Quiet
now for I am trying to go to sleep!” Tick
tock, tick tock, it was almost a weep. My
dear grandfather clock simply was and will be. Nothing
can stop its time, nothing, you will see.
Tick
tock, tick tock, it just wouldn't stop at all! It
was speaking in its uniquely steady call. Tall,
brooding, and sulking, look at it there. It
called to me, but I was simply unaware. Oaken
all over, with twisting carves in its sides. The
gold decorated it like rolling ocean tides. Still
it grew louder, even at this quiet hour. It
had something, some mystical power. I
could not sleep, no matter how hard I tried. Tick
tock, tick tock, I could have almost cried.
Again
I could hear the ticking, its own dark calling. It
spoke again, just as into sleep I was falling. Tick
tock, tick tock, I could not escape the sound. Again,
why did this clock not need to be wound? I
haven’t heard the bells in what felt like ages. Surely
this clock must have sounding stages? I
began to fear, loathe, tremble and despair. But
when did this gray get in to my hair? “I
do not understand you, why do you call?” Tick
tock, tick tock, nothing, and nothing at all.
The
pendulum waved on my dear grandfather clock. It
spoke its dark, maddening and timely works “tick-tock.” “That’s
it! I’ll burn you down to the ground!” It
just stared, not making any other sound. The
fire had started; the entire house began to burn. It
was done now, no need for any more concern. But
what is this, I cannot even make sense! It
was still there, dark, oaken, and tense. “What
are you, foul demon, the grim reaper?” “No, friend, time must always have a keeper.” © 2013 Trevor Jay BloodworthFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorTrevor Jay BloodworthBradford, TNAboutJust another guy. Nothing special. 22 years old. From Tennessee. I started writing as a hobby while on deployment. I love poetry and that's my art form. I'm heavily influenced by the poets of the Roma.. more..Writing
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