The Clockworks

by Timothy   Feb 12, 2012


Last night in rural London,
mangled in elastic clockwork.
Anchoring my kinder pallet but
avoiding the final rolling barrel.

I'd always kiss the simple slide
down the minute hand, hour tick,
but now I strive to vault upwards
as my hourglass bleeds and froths incessantly.

First, I'd hurdle over number 12
And balance along the ticking second hand,
hoping not to fall - too late, I've slipped,
mistakes were made, change was in the air
nonetheless, the view from here was joyous - picturesque.

Nights of swinging my daughter along the pendulum,
Wanting to kiss the deceiving slide - down the minute hand.
My wife's pallet face, life was so young,
until the sudden barrel proved terminal.

Circulating clockwise - the escape wheel now and
peering the anchor, my kinder pallet,
where the old lady sits knitting my future,
I know of it already. choice-less, I give in.
Everything is fine.

The pineapple eagle lowered me down the stringy barrel,
quaked I should close my eyes - my eyes were closed,
after many a toast of cheerful-cheap whiskey
the driving weight called, "come down, release me".

I fell through time, space, egg and chick,
after London's clock continued to tick.

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  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    I love your style and wording. It's not the normal poetic write but deeper more creative. Not that other styles aren't good :) better clear that up quick. But I enjoy the difference in yours.
    Great flow, great wording and brilliant overall

  • 12 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    I have read most of your writes and I must say the imagery and the wordings are very creative, very original and have always left me in awe. Frankly some of the metaphors are still mystery to me. :)

    Ok let me put my interpretation here -
    I felt like you are watching your memories fly by ... remembering things ... Good , bad and the mistakes you have done in your life.

    /where the old lady sits knitting my future,
    // here I feel you are talking about destiny or fate

    I might be way off from your actual meaning :) but do tell me if I am anywhere close to what you mean. :)

    A brillaint write, as usual :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Ronel McCarthy

    Great poem Timothy!

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    Timothy :)
    What can I say about you and your ultimate creativeness?

    Okay. I don't know if it's true, but I think you were inspired from the movie Hugo or something?

    I love the incorporation of time, hours, pendulums, clockwork and everything related to clocks.

    I understood that you used to fix clocks and after years, you can still see everything as a clock, running.......

    And at the end, it's like waking up from some kind of dream as you're watching Big Ben?

    Ugh... so many things, but I like how you really entice me each time.

    AMAZING

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    Stellar!

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