Clockwork

Listening to a shallow beat
As if time were pressed
Spinning and spinning like clockwork.
I am still, but awake.
Within the call of a setting sun
The never-ending silence
Awoken to the falling leaves
That have rendered my memory
When the world was encased
Within my palm
And no one realizes...

Reviews

[Clockwork]

It is always interesting to lie still and listen. In this case, I imagine that the speaker hears her own heart beating. It reminds her of the movement of time and the passing of the seasons.

The whole sense of time and the progress of the beating heart really does centralize the world of the poem around the speaker. I get an image of her holding a pocket watch as she looks up at the world. I'm quite partial to clocks and the workings of the heart, so I quite enjoyed this piece.