Tick tock

'T was born a day

When out to sea

A row of pigeons stared at me

And from that day

There never was

A brighter light

Or care of loves

 

'T was once a man

With many a watch

And with each step

Came ticks and tocks

Some called him crazy

Some said 'how strange'

But none had my eyes

None so deranged

 

Along came a passion

With a skip and a jump

And upon it we sauntered

With barely a thump

And over we threw

All the letters of forgiveness

So all the bodies knew

Just what was their business

Oh, how sorry they were

For all that we did

And all that was done

Was capped with a lid

 

Now when they ask me

What came of every hour

I say it was lost

To a worthy, broken, power

And one day in the future

We'll sail out to sea

Where a million fat pigeons

Will stare, angrily, at me

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

Quite an interesting read, the format keep my eyes rolling down the page and just when I thought I was getting started.... it was over. guess I will have to drop in on another write but I liked this one!

[Nishant Gupta]

nice one read mine too "QUEST OF LIFE"

[Mauricio Montoya]

I love how this piece comes together, tick tock time may pass but it will always be etch in our minds.
Excellent write.

[ecto521]

I enjoyed it, but couldn't really find any hidden meaning.
For me it was just a fun little ditty with nice rythm that painted whimsical pictures of fat pidgeons.
A delightful read.

[Emily B]

clocks and ticks and passion lost, it works well

[Poetic Beauty]

this story entwined is this poem caught my attention and held it till the end. The imagery created allowed me to see the different scenes you were describing clearly. I love the angry pigeons staring at you.

[Jibey]

A sad and salutary tale... cleverly woven into a yarn

[Ed Hart]

you hide your stories in your words very well