I Count the Clock

I Count the Clock

A Poem by Carissa Faulk

A response "sonnet" to Shakespeare's "When I Do Count the Clock that Tells the Time"

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
he lords it over me, I am still young
but not for long, time steals away the dreams
of summer days that did not end, now they
are never long enough, and months are always far too long
and money far too short before the bills
are due again, and then again, and then once more
and I Count the clock, or he Counts himself
and steals the golden crown for his head
and gives this silver one to me, the silver crown
of wisdom, exhaustion, wearing thin, he
laughs because he lords it over me,
as his gears keep turning endlessly,
and I wear down. 

© 2014 Carissa Faulk

Author's Note

Carissa Faulk
While this poem is based on the sonnet by Shakespeare, I intentionally did not strictly hold to Iambic Pentameter, so in that sense it is more of a "blank verse sonnet". Feel free to critique any other aspect of the poem, just keep in mind that it is intentionally varying from normal sonnet conventions. Thanks all! :)

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it is a nice poem. I love it.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Carissa Faulk

10 Years Ago

Thank you! :)

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Added on November 14, 2013
Last Updated on September 9, 2014
Tags: sonnet, Shakespeare, clock, count, time, age, aging


Carissa Faulk
Carissa Faulk

Los Angeles, CA

A native of the Los Angeles area, Carissa loves Jesus above all else. Her hobbies include poetry writing, betta fish keeping, excessive reading binges between semesters, hiking, and occasionally writi.. more..