
“Clockworks” by Jessica Rice
almost time to rewind
add new tocks to my clock
turn the key in my navel
ratchet my workings
but each turn gives hint
my mainspring
escapement
and balance wheel
will not endure
many more
tightly wound
new mechanical years
aging analog gears
obsolete
in the reign of electrons
familiar old internal ticks
sound increasingly lonely
among smooth
atomical ambient
quantums of silence
my human machine
bears no warrants
beyond its organic
quaint custom of
lifetime guarantee
I used to love time
at a time
when I thought
time was endless
From my book Onionskin
Nicely written, what you don’t think time is endless?
Maybe not in the human organic response…
Nonetheless there are ways to cheat time…
cheers chris
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good points, chris
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Metaphor built of metaphors…as I’ve mentioned previous, the gift I would pay a Kings ransom for
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wonder what a king would fetch in today’s markets
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I’m sure you’ll love eternity too . . .
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I sure hope so
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In the most human experience time marches on. When young you have or what seems you have all the time in the world and with every tick and tock of time, time seems to go faster as you age. Love these lines. Be well.
I used to love time
at a time
when I thought
time was endless
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thank you sincerely for your kind and thoughtful comment
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You’re welcome. I enjoyed your poem
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My seconds grow shorter by the nano and my ticks overtake my tocks that even digits can’t beat time.
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amen
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🙂
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yes, time is finite… It is only eternity that is endless
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well put
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There can be great loneliness in getting old. There is a sadness that is hard for young people to understand. Better for them to enjoy their youth for now. It does feel sad to watch and feel your body getting older. So many things we wish had gone differently. And watching the children grow up and make mistakes while ignoring our warnings, as if we know not of what we speak.
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as a grandfather to eleven, I know exactly what you mean
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You are Super Grandpa ! So many little lives that would not be here without you 🙂
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“add new tocks to my clock” nice line. The comment to the whole poem, Sigh!
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thanks kindly
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I remeber how, as a child, i looked forward to Christmas. Now, as an adult, Christmas catches me by surprise: damn! Is already Christmas again? Time flies ever faster. You put that nicely on a poem. Thanks for that!
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appreciate that very much
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Truly how time seems to accelerate as I become slower … I too loved time, but took it for granted and threw it away … now it’s more precious than a snow flake. A lovely poem Paul.
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much appreciated, georgia
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Nicely written Paul! Analog to quantum – a goodly spectrum of timely experiences and discoveries! Our life passes quickly yet compared to eternity, a blink of an eye? 🙂
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thanks, rob – from one blink to another
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🙂
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Hi Paul. Never truer words written! Thank you for liking my poem Noise Of The Shells. Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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much appreciated, malc
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