The Clock is Ticking Dear

The Clock is Ticking Dear

A Poem by guy drori

Your lungs 
fill with air
as the morning dew
quivers on the verdant grass.

You are about to say
something;
I know it.
In the meantime,
the moon already exchanged places
with the sun
hundreds of times,
and summer trees -- from lovely dressed --
sorrowful and nude.

That dew among the grass
long had sunk 
beneath the earth,
and same of grass
which verdant once
sallow has become.

Wrinkles grew
on papa John
and grandpa Sam
has passed.
Our children we remember
crawling
walk on two 
at last.

The clock is ticking dear, 
yet still your lungs
are filled of air.
Just say the words!
They're only three.
don't you even slightly care?

© 2019 guy drori


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Great writing, good use of wording as well. Your poem has hidden meaning behind it and it has an emotional heft to it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


guy drori

4 Years Ago

Thank you....appreciate your comment :) Glad you liked it
Excellent write, cleaver wording, she's foolish in what she's missing.

Regards,
Al

Posted 5 Years Ago


guy drori

5 Years Ago

Thanks Al... Glad you liked :)

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What is life without art? I've been writing since I was 8 years old, and it is my main passion. I love inspiring other people & being inspired by others. Nothing is more satisfying than finishing a ma.. more..

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