Life is on a Clock

This moment gone with a tongue.

Clocks striking twelve,

senses aware of electric hands.

Fingers point at time ticking tranquilly.

A yellow glisten is shone through the skin of old infant children.

Their behaviors remarkable,

and all too well mature over the years.

Mindset set back an hour but it's saved.

Daylight.

Regrets are heavy in the room,

elephants are caged in a zoo upon the highest of clouds

in the sky.

Tick.

Tock.

A minute on my clock,

goes by ever so slowly,

and the wood catches a knock.

Answer, reflect, inspect, deserve, preserve

youur life is here.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

You are painting very intriguing images here. I don't get them all (the elephants) but the ticking clock holds it all together. Perhaps you might consider imposing a stronger meter on it to emphasise the relentless nature of time but then again our perception of time can be elastic.
It is a very intriguing poem and well worth reading.
Well done
Alan