The clock with its metal heart
will stop for nothing
when the ache is killing;
it is a slaughterer under stairs
with fiendish grip on time;
though dusty particles of hope
encircle the striker,
a lonely cry is heard
with just enough dream
to prayerfully beg for release.
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wow,good imagery,Although i cant tell the background or specicifc feeling of the poem,I cant tell theres good emotion in it,i guess im just not used to poems like this,but yeah,still good,again i loved the imagery.
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Time does seem to move along with a sort of inexorable brutality crushing the world piece by piece as it goes, flattening skyscrapers and dreams indiscriminately. This mortal coil is pulled tight by time and eventually the spring is sprung and so too even giants are laid low.
This one is beautiful and, as always, you've chiseled the words down to a slender, graceful form with a powerful, quite, elegance. Your poems are so perfectly understated. Like a whisper they draw one in closer and closer to capture every note, tone, and nuance.
Inspiration is in your every word.
CaliOkie
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i love the imagery in this masterful piece! so much said in so few lines. this poem really leaves me thinking. i love that in a poem. also in this line "it is a slaughterer under stairs" i was taking stairs for stares. and it totally works either way! you are an amazing talent! thanks so much for sharing!
many blessings *stomps
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full of peace and inspiration as our bones grow old with no despair for time keeps on ticking with or without us.
Nice metaphor on reflection
Tamara
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THIS IS FROM YOUR GRANDRTER
I LOVE IT
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