Time burrows in, one tick at a time,
one cast-off calendar sheet through seasons
of stunted growth.
Slumping into memory, as castle, palace,
home of bread and pumpkin pie spice;
my imagination sees it full to bursting.
How hollow it is without us.
How lonely we are without it.
Cast-off, like threadbare, hole-worn, clothing.
Once we were warm before bored with tick.
Author notes
http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i150/pollycheck/not%20used/forlorn.jpg
A contest entry
- 40 Images for 40 Poets by Pollycheck.
425 points, ended December 2, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thank you for entering my contest and good luck. I do like the take on the image. You sort of tease the reader with an idea, but then you let enough of it out to make them think themselves about this poem.
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Excellent
Terrific write for the image. Your words truly are so masterful. Best of luck in the contest.
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I enjoyed the transmutations of 'tick'--and the shifting patterns of memory that each line brings. Stanzas 1 and 2 are especially vivid, as they should be; then the poem moves into understanding and application. Good reponse to the prompt. And, as always, well done.
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"Time burrows in, one tick at a time,
one cast-off calendar sheet through seasons
of stunted growth."
Doesn't it though, ...Sigh!
~ Nicky♥
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i didn't really like the idea you were setting off
the place looks vacant it could of had dreams and memories but it is not for certain where this is heading -
wonderful, building on an idea-- imagery revoving around the them as understanding settles in... so very well done...PK
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