The Clock That Told Stories

Sitting

Each eye on each hand of the old timer bronzed clock

Philosophy

My principals written along cracked fading drywall, 

Hall peeled dripping paint chips,

And all of what used to be bold colors of Autumn,

Old Earth's Fall's Bittersweet, Cinnamon, and Atomic Tangerine abstract identity,

Now faded to black

And I find myself displaced

Fung Shui space would only time travel, teleporting me back

And this.

Yin, Yang, 

Being,

Things,

Knowing of metaphysics

Metaphysical substance, halos, and auras; subconsciously questioned mind's nature

Essentially characteristics I'd struggle to understand

These moments in spur

Sporadically blurred dusk's horizon in an unidentifiable medley of history and present

Sun sent endeavors, a dark hour or broken clock

Stirred emotions,

Compassion in withered interaction.

And yet.

Sitting,

I spent hours glaring at that bronzed clock,

The face which spoke of stories and time

Unrest and grime

Certain it'd spare a hand

In revelation, shared a story

A narrative that seemed fictional

A script to understanding a united north hemisphere land

I'd change my focus

Navigating wickedness, the vices,

In hopes the mountain range would uncover and open sun temples and moments

Surely decoded Egyptian hieroglyphics would decipher,

Pinnacle of unimaginable

Tactical militaristic unstable mind

Vehement and vivid through current life and visuals

The clock that told stories and time

Drained mentally and physical

And noon set a new,

Repeat, and it'd tell me

Just how much a hand of time costs.

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

"The clock that told stories and time
Drained mentally and physical
And noon set a new,
Repeat, and it'd tell me
Just how much a hand of time costs."

Resetting time, noon the only absolute in ancient times...Egyptian hieroglyphics, mountain ranges, sun temples...and all made relevantto today by: "Tactical militaristic unstable mind
Vehement and vivid through current life and visuals"

As always, I'm, first of all amazed at myself when I actually "get" deep poetry *smirk*, I'm such a plebeian...and when I read something as intense or deep as this and it clicks in my head...that's not my IQ, that's your talent.

[Ty]

Your words carry absolute weight, Carol. Many thanks. It seems I just may have done my job here then!

[CAPOLAVORO]

Creative, factual and written beautifully with great emotion. This is the kind of poem that would let listeners travel through time and let us/themselves travel with your used words. This clock tell more than just stories. Thank you so much for sharing.

Sincerely,
CAPOLAVORO

[Ty]

Capolavoro, your words are poetic. Can't say thanks enough.

[Najam Us Saher]

I liked the choice of words you've used for describing the colour of the clock. Through the poem your tone was nostalgic and descriptive. I liked the last line, just how much a hand of time costs is a well framed sentence. Thank you so much for sharing this.

[Ty]

Many thanks Najam. You were able to grasp an understanding I'd hoped readers would achieved.

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome.

[Anshuman Aryav]

Beautiful poem my friend...
Keep writing..

[Ty]

Many thank yous Anshuman.

[Dwayne J. Keeves]

A master piece of it's own time my friend. Very lovely. Very amazing craft.

[Ty]

Dwayne, you're inspirational words travel.

[Dwayne J. Keeves]

Thank you for such a wonderful poem.

[KWP]

Your content is always both engaging and thought provoking so well done for that.

I wonder if you would consider using stanzas, if for nothing else but to give the reader a chance to breathe and digest segment by segment. I feel stanzas can also add impact as well as end a thought to start a new one.

You always paint 🎨 pictures for the reader that would not general come in natural thought. For that aspect well done X