The clock

The clock

A Poem by Perdition

There was a clock I remember

A silver marking from the sun company 

You told me not to go and I was cordial to the cause

Saturday was nothing again

cards and riddles and laughter on the floor

you wound the awkward station and the music roared

the carafe of wine, and the oil of the city woke us drunk

we were children in the mirror 

by morning I was gone and the clock broke the news

You called me but how could we know 

we would not see each other again 'til I was so much older 

in only the merest handful of days

 

© 2020 Perdition


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Reflections in time... or was it of time? or does time change the reflections in a bitter refraction in a sort of a liquefaction of postulation. I don't know my cracked brain tends to be strangely selective in the recollection:) I often grapple with the true meaning of time lots of folks seem to say time is really a measure of length, a distance? if that's truly the case in the amount of time it took for me to write this the earth has moved 26800 miles around the sun... meaning that I have missed a lot already:/ so very much distance so much can happen in a handful of days

Posted 2 Months Ago


Perdition

2 Months Ago

As Wesley said in the Princess Bride..."Truly you have a dizzying intellect"...You wouldn't happen t.. read more
For me, the final lines do the magic. Nicely penned.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Perdition

3 Months Ago

Me too..lol. Thank you so much
Fairy Khurshid Khan
even if we don't believe the mirror, the clock keeps ticking and we get older whether we like it or not.
or as Dylan wrote, "I was so much older then, i'm younger than that now"---
all those childhood memories, mount up...and we think..."that couldn't have been that long ago, could it?"

Posted 3 Months Ago


Perdition

3 Months Ago

We stumble the stairs into the unknown, searching for what we leave when then comes the news and wit.. read more
This was quite wonderful to read simply because of the unusual construction like trying to solve those "riddles on the floor". A person can do a lot of growing in a few days or a single night. I enjoyed reading.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Perdition

3 Months Ago

well said ...you leave the porch a young man to find that the world has ended leaving you a million .. read more
I love the line "the oil of the city woke us drunk". I think this is very well written and makes me think of old memories and time flying by too fast. That is my interpretation, at least.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Perdition

3 Months Ago

What would the city be without its oil. Tin Manned I'm thinking...lol. Thanks for the read and feed.. read more
I love the way your poem depicts time as being all over the place: "I was so much older in only a few days" . . . that's an epic line describing how impossible it can be to gauge time. This poem reminds me of most of my life memories, fleeting & distorted by time! Here's hoping everyone in your circle is well! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Months Ago


Perdition

3 Months Ago

and in your circle as well thanks and ((Hugs)) as well Margie..keeping our safe distance of course.... read more

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