the clock
it chimes the hour
it chimes the ticking day
it chimes the weeks, the months, the years
unwound
To hear the poem read aloud click HERE.
Weave a Web
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the clock
it chimes the hour
it chimes the ticking day
it chimes the weeks, the months, the years
unwound
To hear the poem read aloud click HERE.
Weave a Web 
Hey! A theme!
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OMG! Am I getting caught in a rut or what!
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Time will tell.
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unwound eh? Yep.
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I had forgotten this poem was here and due to be posted!
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I love this one! ❤
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Thank you, Pauline. Or, as the saying goes, thanks for the tick, Old Tock.
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🙂
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I am indulging my occasionally pedantic tendencies and sitting here trying to figure out if “unwound” is a verb or a participial adjective….
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It could be an un-injury!
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Well, if it did unwind completely, it would be sitting there unwound and I don’t know if that’s dead or just sleeping…waiting to be awakened with a kiss.
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To kiss a clock has a great narrative potential. I’m just this minute composing a story called “A Nun’s Story”. I’m laughing so hard that I can hardly type! It’s about a feather that fell off the wing of the Archangel Gabriel.
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Everything is grist to your mill, Bruce Almighty!
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He can’t help himself, Yvonne…
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I have 96 stories left to write and 4 poems and 0 music by early September – so this is the final straight and I’m grabbing at any and everything as I race towards completion!
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Completion?
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… as I race towards completing the 1001 stories (with 65 extra ones which goes to 1066 and all that) that I had set myself to do!
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I admire your ambition and discipline. We will be in different seasons then, and I hope I may be around to celebrate your achievement with you…..
Who knows what inconsequential conversations
We could hold sipping Bacardi and
Waiting for winter….
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LOL – To quote a famous American poet – “I like it when you quote famous poets”!!
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Especially famous New Zealand poets….
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😀
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Snicker.
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Argh, that snicker was in answer to Cynthia’s comment. I was being my usual childish self.
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I actually have that clock hanging on a wall. It has kept the same non-time for at least six years now. I dust it periodically to make it feel purposeful.
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Precisely! Clocks should be dusted and left to do their thing!
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And so it does! the rhythm of the poem is reminiscent of the beats of the clock.
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I think the form lends itself to a clock!
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Lovely Bruce, I love the rhythm of it and ‘chimes the ticking day’ – great line.
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Thanks for giving it a tick!
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Very nice – for once you weren’t winding us up
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! – who winds when there weights!
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🙂
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Love this poem, Bruce! Beautiful clock image. 🙂
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Thanks, Amy!
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