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Katerie
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since 2006-01-27

Posts 92
Central New York

0 posted 2006-01-29 10:40 AM

On the east facing wall,
Of an old, homely house,
Hangs a clock;
A lowly timepiece,
Its existence miniscule and forsaken.

Its face,
Dusty and pathetic,
Allows one's eyes, if patient,
And observant enough,
To see its thin, delicate arms,
Struggling to fulfill its objective,
As a human tool of measurement.

After decades, it persists;
Second hand always backtracking,
At the mark of twenty-three,
Minute hand catching ever so often,
And hour hand progressively inaccurate.

It lives not for the days,
When it may find itself being shouted at,
By an enraged owner,
Who is late for 'important engagements,'
Days full of hours, minutes,
And ever shortening seconds,
But the evening-

Dusktime,
When it can see the sun set,
After an exceedingly long day of filling out its task,
Which is just as tedious,
And equally tiring.

And during even the darkest of evenings,
When it is observed that Earth's ultimate provider,
Has yet to make an appearance,
Nights when even the moon is too ashamed to show its face,
The clock remains in its assigned position,
Always knowing where it ought to be.

Like a ship blown from it's mooringby a wind off the sea- I have been changed for good.

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

1 posted 2006-01-29 10:52 AM

Katerie
A metaphor that sticks in my craw. Well done

Ratleader

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since 2003-01-23

Posts 7026
Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass

2 posted 2006-01-29 10:54 AM

It knows, and knows not what it knows...because it knows not what it knows not.

....and having tied that know knot....this remarkable poem takes me to a college administrator I met once, and only needed to meet once in order to, um, know him....

The clock on his wall read a ridiculous time, and when he saw me looking at it he said he sets it that way, four-and-a-half hours off, to remind himself "that there is always time, and if I really want to know what time it is right now, I can figure it out, but only if I think about what I'm doing."

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Gentle Spirit
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since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

3 posted 2006-01-29 10:57 AM

And during even the darkest of evenings,
When it is observed that Earth's ultimate provider,
Has yet to make an appearance,
Nights when even the moon is too ashamed to show its face,
The clock remains in its assigned position,
Always knowing where it ought to be.

very profound writing Kate. I am enjoying your works immensely. Well done.

Huan Yi
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since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

4 posted 2006-01-30 12:50 PM

Hardly something I would expect
of a tenth grade student.

The Lady
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since 2005-12-26

Posts 7634
The Southwest

5 posted 2006-01-30 01:03 AM

"After decades, it persists;
Second hand always backtracking,
At the mark of twenty-three,
Minute hand catching ever so often,
And hour hand progressively inaccurate."

Very nicely done Kate.

iliana
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since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

6 posted 2006-01-30 01:34 AM

It's obvious you're serious about writing. Interesting poem and observations.

aujussy wolf

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since 2003-08-09

Posts 1215
Michigan

7 posted 2006-01-30 04:04 AM

And during even the darkest of evenings,
When it is observed that Earth's ultimate provider,
Has yet to make an appearance,
Nights when even the moon is too ashamed to show its face,
The clock remains in its assigned position,
Always knowing where it ought to be.

~perfect writing kater !

In his mantle gray he walked one day across a shining floor and with crystal key in secrecy he opened an ivory door -J.R.R. Tolkien(T.Bombadil-the adv

Goldenrose
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since 2003-05-30

Posts 3665

8 posted 2006-01-30 05:33 AM

This has an Orwellian language to it, a metaphor for the human lifes daily steady grind, but ultimately you show us that this is just a perception, real time is going on at a differnt pace, the watches pace is one from the past but equally relevant than that of the high speed time in the modern world. Thought provoking poem, thank you for the words..

Goldenrose.

Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

9 posted 2006-01-30 08:23 AM

Excellent writing, Kate. Stark imagery,
a topic everyone can relate to...
lines well drawn.

Yes, excellent writing.

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

10 posted 2006-01-30 04:56 PM

Like the title...and the wonderful flow of thoughts...James

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

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Gaia

11 posted 2006-01-30 05:22 PM

What an enjoyable read!
Welcome to these 'timeless' pages, Kate

suthern

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since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

12 posted 2006-01-31 10:22 AM

I must make a confession.... I've read several of your poems... and finally had to stop and just say "wow". *S* To know you're so young just fills me with glee... for with your work already so mature and excellent... we're in for a treat watching you grow. *S*

Welcome to Passions, Katerie!! *S*

D.Lester Young
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since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

13 posted 2006-01-31 11:26 AM

Poeta Nascitur, Non Fit (a poet is born, not made) You were born to write, so keep developing your unique voices.

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