Clocked

Clocked

 

The moment she stopped ticking

there was a mighty roar

from the empty, angry space she left

   on the wall above our fireplace ..

That was when all time stood still

and I saw things then

for the first time clearly and realised

what an important role

   

it was in my life, that she once played ..

 

 

Reviews

[Dpoet]

I think it's very good and shows us the importance of not only our clocks but also people and things in life
Great poem!

[Neville]

My word, how very kind .. Many thanks Dpoet :)

[Dpoet]

Your welcome
I think you are very creative

[Neville]

I think you are very kind :)

[Dpoet]

Well maybe I am😂

[Davidgeo]

As I've aged I've noticed how repetition created a false sense of attachment. Not with people, those attachments seem genuine at their core. But with schedules, with materials, with expectations... when they are gone they leave a hole, life without distractions is not so simple after getting used to the distraction. Reality is really strange as just a spectator. This place looks f*****g crazy from the outside. It's highly interesting but kind of terrifying. Almost all of us are delusional outside of our immediate social circle.

[Neville]

I suspect its familiarity that lies at the root of the problem .. You have an interesting perspective and I shall certainly look into it .. Kind Regards, Neville

[Arundass TP]

We all are dependent on clock. Once halted . Life is still. Good poem

[Neville]

Thanks send along with my kindest regards .. Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

HerTicker spent many hours keeping Time as the Music played her
soft touches on the Ivories to seduce your Night when Moonshine
became your Aphrodisiac... A Concerto from orchestrated rhymes.
tenderly, Pat

[Neville]

Some folk tock too much .. but you ma'am are all write .. gently .. Neville