stirring clocktime into coffee.

she waits in silence

clink-swish-clink...

swish

the raspy chime of teaspoon in ceramic mug

her sole companion

the watchface on her wrist

ticks the time off slower

than the girl at the store had promised

with her toothpaste-y Breck Girl smiles..

should've known better than to trust them

she wonders what's the point 

of accurate swiss innards

or quartz faceted depth abilities

or any of the doo-hickeys she was assured were 

What Mattered

when the only time she relies upon

is already measured by

her metronome heartbeats?

Author's Note

just a note: apparently the player is still imperfect. if it cuts off a moment or two, simply click the yellow bar just a bit before the end, and it SHOULD complete normally *fingers crossed*

Reviews

[Crowley]

Ahhhhhhh.....first time I listened to the spoken word!!!!! You get two reviews from me, its a first. You know how I feel about the poem, and your voice lends a wonderful third dimension to the work that is out of this world. I am giddy with delight, definitely a fan.

[Ed Hart]

fabulous!

[miSS LEaf]

ahh yes and suddenly everything is a s...l...o...w motion...... i can breath the favour of the coffee and see the expression of the girl, Jenn your words are so intimate :)

[mope]

The simplicity captured in the title makes this run true.

And I like the noisy silence.