What would cause a clock to melt?
Where would one find these wilting timepieces?
In the valley where fables go to die.
Where is this?
A place you cannot reach unless you fly
Or float
To the west of Enchanted Pig's Stye
Is this a riddle?
Would you have me spend hours in my lab, testing your words?
Would you have me rhyme, like a nursery-maid?
'Tis true, I tell no lie
Of the direct path to the valley
Where fables go to die
I believe to make sense of this is nigh--
Ah! You have me doing it!
And a good thing to, if you're to travel the path
And avoid the wrath
Of the desert you would cross
What? Surely it's just a heath?
Wind-swept, sand-blasted, life-denied?
Surely what lies there is nothing to me?
Would you challenge my notions?
Sir, the clocks keep their own time
You'd do best to heed them
Keep your thoughts on the sublime
Be tempted by no heathen
Ha! You make me laugh!
Many have sir, and succumbed to wrath.
Many, but not I.
So say they all.
Where shall I bury your Free Will?
A contest entry
- Melting Clocks by XxGoldenxXDawnxX.
350 points, ended February 20, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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Haha. very fun and quirky. Great write.
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Thanks.
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I liked the way this poem started and just drew me in.. fantastic. Keep writing!!!
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This is a great! Along the same lines as the poem you just commented on of mine. I studied Surrealism in film history and now I work with people with Alzheimer's - similar - I tell you! I love 'wilting timepieces' and 'A place you cannot reach unless you fly
Or float
To the west of Enchanted Pig's Stye'.
This is all great!
Thanks for the comment on mine, although it was not meant to be creepy, lol!
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