There was a town, with all brick houses
And all the bricks were bright red
In this town there was a tower with grand big clock on its head.
The clock was big…no doubt big..
Round and with shiny glass, with gilded frame…
inescapably a clock.
The clock kept time and time ticked on
Did what a clock should do.
In this town there were streets
Littered with people
People were social; people were friendly and attached with strings.
All the people…just like puppets…pulled by the others.
In this town people had clocks instead of a face
The people ticked on… the clocks ticked on …something that usually happens.
In this town descended a figure…quite devilish in form
With long black coat and bright red horn
With glittering eyes and a crown of thorn
He was fairly devilish
The figure rested against the grand big clock.
An onlooker…kept on looking…his face seemed quite pleased.
The devil …or the devilish figure leaned against the clock …in a rather satisfied humor.
In this town on this day something inexplicable happened…
One man came, who broke his clock…
and the face was reveled.
All clocks stopped…they were amazed
And undoubtedly felt quite sad.
Because it was a good clock
and every clock knows
that wastage of time is a fairly unhappy affair.
The devil or the devilish figure suddenly moved by the scene
He asked the faced man with inquisitive voice…
“Clocks tick on, clock goes on
and they don’t feel the pain,
they are neat, they are clean and clocks are almost pretty.
Clocks don’t doubt, clocks don’t shout…then why the hell you need a face?
I see the doubts, I see the pains
Curved in your face
I see that you can see
And I feel the hell you are in
Then why do you need a face?
Why the hell you need it?”
The face looked up… towards the devil …or perhaps the figure was only devilish …
And answered in a deep assuring tone
“Because clocks don’t feel the warmth of spring
neither the cool winter breeze.
Clocks don’t feel the salty sea wind in the face
And can’t even hear the murmuring trees…
because clocks don’t feel the deepest love
Clocks don’t feel a thing….
and other than that they are damn boring
and awfully similar in shapes.
Clock knows only to tick on…only to go on…carrying the burden of time
Clock can wait …and only wait… for a time that’s never coming
So wise friend, up in the tower, listen care fully to me
You are devil or may be only devilish…but I can feel your hell
I can feel your sorrow and loses…clocks don’t feel a thing.
I can love you … I can hate you…I can even kill.
Clocks can only keep time
They can’t do a thing.”
The figure on the clock tower sat down on his knees
His eyes were moist…voice choked and he said in murmuring pitch
“Then will you share my hell…will you join me their?
Free of strings and free of threads that move all the clocks?
want to be lonely with me?
The man with a face quietly nodded.
And then the two, descended to a place…
I am not sure whether haven or hell.
But the town all of a sudden was ablaze …
all the clocks were stopped
All the strings, all the threads were torn…
and with a crackling of thunder…the big grand town clock fall
A contest entry
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Very different. a bit wordy for my taste but then I have a short attention span. I like it though . It had depth and gave lots to think about. Thank you for sharing.
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A very deep and compelling write filled with wonderful imagery. Not quite as poetic as I had hoped for, but it is wonderful depth and will give the reader plenty to ponder. An entry I quite enjoyed, hugs, Bunny
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Does this fit with any of my options?
Okay look it is good enough that I don't wanna DQ it for you not telling which option if any you used.
I love the story and the imagery
and your diction.
This poem is actually highly addictive.
Thanks for sharing and sorry this took so long to judge
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i didnt mention the option....hmm guess missed it...anyway you liked it...thanks a lot
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A marvelous idea to put these philosophic truths into story form. I loved the ambiguity of the devilish character and the description of the townspeople. You painted for us the struggle that many have with conformity, or the choice to not conform... which can often lead to isolation. To do this in picture form, as you have was truly enjoyable. This story is such that even a child could enjoy it, but weighty enough beneath the surface that an adult can really ponder its depths and implications.
Well done! Good luck in the contest!
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really thanks a lot....actually this was a painting that i painted several years ago...and then thaught about writing it down.it might sound like self propaganda...but another poem by me..."window" you might like that as you liked this one
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This was a very interesting poem, very different from any others. It was written well. I live the last few lines, they realy add to the ending. Very nice!
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thanks a lot!!!
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