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Pendulum |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Pendulum Her chair rocked slowly to and fro As the clock ticked Hands turning nowhere else to go The needles clicked Incessant dripping of the tap Honey bees sipped The sweet nectar from rising sap Her handbag zipped A dab of lipstick and perfume And to the beat Chair moving to the unheard tune No tapping feet But still the rhythm of the chair Her eyes that see Behind the lace no vacant stare And time for tea To and fro sipping through a straw I leave her there Attend another daily chore Does this seem fair Is it so selfish what I do And still she rocks How do I live with this, could you Those silly socks They hardly ever touch the ground I wipe a tear In silence, no more rocking sound This time I fear Now just the ticking of the clock Behind the door Should I go in, or should I knock To rock no more Just left the beating of my heart Has time passed by The rocking chair once more will start And time will fly For nothing stops the ticking clock Tick tock..... tick ...... tock |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
WOW...what a stunning vision this poem created...the sound brought it to life...well done...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
"But still the rhythm of the chair..." very cool, my friend. j. |
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