Ticking Clocks

Ticking Clocks

I love the sound

of ticking clocks.

An echo of time

as it slips wet

and silently

through my grasp.

As you slip carelessly

through my mind,

screeching at my memories

like a banshee,

tearing through hardened arteries,

ripping my soul to discarded shreds.

The passage of moments

will though soften

these vicious hurts,

the clocks may stop

but time will not.

 

29/09/12

Reviews

[Yheela]

Very good poem, love the metaphor, time and pain - scars that never heal?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Yheela, they say time heals but it really just allows feelings to become les sharp, dilutes them with new memories and the scars stay.

[Audrey Howitt]

I too like the metaphor--although I wonder if time will heal all this person's wounds?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Audrey

[SHEEMA HUQ]

you seem to have transformed the clock's tickings...into mystical, emotive, mayhem, well done

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Sheema

[Leslie Philibert]

Like the extended metaphor, good write.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Leslie!

[spiritwind]

YIKES! I hate memories screaming at me like banshees... makes me wake up with my heart pouding like a racehorse. Too bad splattering the clock wouldn't stop this kind of abuse.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sorry to wake you Spiritwind lol!

[spiritwind]

You're not a bit sorry--you laughed!

[KAOlmsted]

...Good..but...silently dude?...I'm just saying...sound cannot be silent...by the very nature of sound...it ain't f*****g silent...other than that...so good!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Poetic licence

[John Alexander McFadyen]

My vitriolic lovely

[Alexander143]

The clocks may stop, but time will not... Be you tea full piece John!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Alexander

[Tate Morgan]

This one touched me as it tells life as it is.Time waits on no man .

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Tate.

[Heather]

brilliant use of word choices in this poem... very well done, I liked it!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Heather.

[That_Girl]

"screeching at my memories
like a banshee,
tearing through hardened arteries,
ripping my soul to discarded shreds." - Brilliant, John... very nice job here.