The Clock Inches

For the second day in a row, I’ve given in just the tiniest bit to the underbelly of poetry. This was a piece I had written a while back. I cleaned it up (it needed it terribly), and now post it here for whomever would take part in its enjoyment. It’s an uptempo, wordy diatribe on the pestilence of clocks, and how watching time pass can both open your eyes to things you realize the seconds on a clock will take away from you, but also give you hope that the past can stay in the past, and moving forward is not only a possibility, but an inevitability.  So without any further wasting of your time(haha), I present The Clock Inches.

 

 

Envisions colliding, during renditions in hiding,

with just thirty of those twenty four slowly passing-

ticking and locking of movements still rocking,

no matter how harshly one’s forcing does try-

clock inches.

 

futures solemnly prove in which moments do move

that a passionate class above nothing is true,

and promise of less gruesome fates is of cowardly uses

and useless to muses and playwrights in writing.

 

Fighting what comes and giving a face to the hatred thou fears

can endear when your thumb loses hold

to giving a living life grace.

Envisions promise to make light of countless endeavors

and tremors will make use of limbs.

 

How evil a moment, taking what faking you thought had forgotten

the whims of before-

for beating and treating, I daresay you implore

of what comes in justly coming inches.

 

Renditions repeating re-treatments to darkening, low-lying

opening depths of an earth-clearing

just for who’s noble-

not thou, nor the dearest of taking traitors shall know

of the beckoning growl as an earning is needed

while no rules are heeded;

destiny shows only the foul.

 

Wholly days passing all, never slowing to crawl,

with just thirty of those twenty four passing-

ticking and locking of movements still rocking,

no matter how harshly one’s forcing does try-

clock inches.

 

 

Whether you like it, or you don’t, I’d love to hear feedback.  Thanks for checking out my blog.  🙂

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2 thoughts on “The Clock Inches

  1. Thanks for taking the time to comment, Chris. One thing I’ve found to be true, is that it isn’t the number of ticks or tocks our clocks make, it’s what we do with each moment that which matters most. In the span of my life, if I can make it to 9 o’clock, I’d hope that each of the 32,000 seconds that had passed would have a specific importance to me- if I could remember them all!

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