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A note on the moment from which my watches beat was muted

I wear this watch upon my wrist,
That needn't tell the time,
But hold the moment firm and still,
Through sun and moonlight shine.

With hands as frozen as her past,
Repentant she would twitch,
Her timeless slumbers' second wind,
A cry without a pitch.

But I shall wait until her breath shall find,
And from my wrist she will astray,
Sparked her core will drum it's tune,
And play to yesterdays.

I wear this watch upon my wrist,
And my heart on my sleeve,
As to not forget.

Author's Note

Smite me with advice!

Reviews

[DDG]

Poetry is not really a medium that I have any expertise in, as far as proper structure/mechanics go, but I actually liked this quite a bit. The end meets with the beginning nicely and I love the idea of a wrist watch staying still for a moment that has passed.

[Patrick O'Boyle]

Thanks for the feedback! I'm not exactly proficient in those areas either but content is key :P

[Adam Adams]

The way u've just portrayed ur feelings in words r quite capivating. Nice imagery. Looking 4ward 2 reading u.

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Liked this one to.
Great how you can write so much about something as small as a lock, or the time.
But it was deep, and moving.
Your rhyming is truly brilliant, comes naturally doesn't, at all feel forced.
Keep writing :)

[Patrick O'Boyle]

Thanks a million, glad you enjoyed it :)

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

ANYTIME :)