Is it what clocks usually do?
To count hours on end
pointing arrows in every direction
for people to get memory lost,
to steal time withholding the tics
as they send the “tacs” back.
To melt under sun microwaves
better in cooking Tarts Tatin
with melted sugar.
Life long destiny finally surrenders
to horizon's time line.
Just five minutes before eight,
dinner is still undeserving
of mad hungriness.
Little red riding hood
reaches grandmother clock
who has a huge tummy
and black pointed hears.
However, this story and all others
may never finish, melted clocks
stretch hours inconsistently
as little mermaid watches
and wait for the midnight strike
to get a new pair of legs.
October pushes a tree
to desiccate on an empty table,
still confusion arises about
what clocks usually do.
We collect gold from leaves
helped by a few dwarfs
while apples blush on trees
clocks try to secure time
before Christmas.
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Author notes
This is a surealist perspective a non sens which still has some sens...
A contest entry
- Melting Clocks by XxGoldenxXDawnxX.
350 points, ended February 20, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - October by ea.
700 points, ended November 1, 2008, 34 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Well done a great little poem and richly deserving of it silver award
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Thank you so much for the nice comment. Glad you have enjoyed this.
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I appreciate the creative take on October this provides with its fairy tale meanderings into the world of time change and "falling back."
Little red riding hood
reach*es* grandmother clock
who has a huge tummy
and black pointed hears. (this is funny)
Stealing time, withholding tics and sending it all back; Granny wishes.
Thank you for an intriguing look at daylights savings time et al.
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Thank you ever so much for the trophee and the lovely comment I am glad you have enjoyed this "crazy" write with a Granny wishes to withold clocks from ticking...
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Very well written. It seems philosophical in a whimsical sort of way.. I enjoyed reading it.
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A melting good poem, I feel like I am in some crazy dream now, perhaps I am and I am just blinking my time away.
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Wow!
This is wonderful and so different I love it. It also reminded me of Cinderella waiting for midnight, when the clock would melt and so would her dream.
Love the part about withholding the tics and giving back the tacs. That's very clever
Good luck to you in this contest
Gaylene
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well i am still half awake and half asleep, my head's melting here
a good poem. i wish that you have good luck in this contest you have entered. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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