Clock
I sit here
Counting seconds,
Breathing Minutes
Singing Hours
Unmoving,
Immobile to everything
Surrounding
my perch
Watching everything,
Everyone
Pass by
Worried glances,
Troubled faces,
Keeper of time
Loser of life
Still for the breathless
Do I measure such a thing?
Time
Does it make me?
Become me?
A fragile thing
A lifeless tool
Do I mean much?
Peered at once, no second looks
Nothing to slow me down
As my battery has long run out
and yet
I still count
Even if I am not working
Everything
Precious as the
Time

Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 5/26/2009 11:40:04 PM
Well done. You make me look at a clock and think about what it is thinking. Hmmm. . . .

Moonrose   Moonrose wrote
on 5/26/2009 7:26:15 PM
I reaaalllyy like this, so cool! Flows along very nicely, especially the first half, and worded nicely too, like your other poem. Time has always been a catching topic, and you portray it interestingly well, uniquely. 10 for friesianone!! :D

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Thoughts of a clock
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