The clock's pendulum two rooms away Sets a metronomic pace too slow to follow too insistent to ignore While the roar of jets two towns away Announces departures Declares arrivals From cities too distant to remember While the Amtrak whistle two blocks down Sends goose bump memories Of student days too gilded to believe
Tick Tock Roar Whistle
Too many tunes To intrude Cacophony crescendo Wanderlust symphony Wagnerian bombast Counterpoint To chamber pot ensemble String duet Pavan for a pauper
Once mine was Club car turf Mile high club Out of L.A.X.
Now I ride the pendulum too broke to break open A wallet Once proud hobo Now sad bum Listening to Tick Tock Tune Hoping someone Will remember to wind me Once in awhile
tick tock resonates with perfection in poetry--LOVE IT!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I like the way you think--may I track you?
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on June 3, 2005
Very deep and methodical. ...too insistant to ignore. life ticks on, no matter our days.
The last verse is magnificent. Once proud hobo, I like that I can really relate to that.(c :)
Thank you.
This was great! I was just talking to a friend this morning about "change in direction" or at the least that "burst of passion" we all need to remind us where we are going. I may be a little off, but I like where your poem took me!
well said, roger. sounds like a change in routine is in order-- perhaps a long walk in the woods?...
best,
carolyn
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 20, 2005
Wallowing is sometimes a delicious indulgence, an incredibly human response to life. Your piece tumbles in its form and embeds itself in my psyche. My words are different, my experiences mine, but I have the same place inside. The picture is perfect.
I'd be happy to wind you until you're winded. (smile) katy xox
Not only did I love your poem's content, I enjoyed the way my eyes and mind danced back and forth, enjoying your creatively spaced presentation! What a visual and emotional delight!
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I like the way you think--may I track you?
The last verse is magnificent. Once proud hobo, I like that I can really relate to that.(c :)
Thank you.
This was great! I was just talking to a friend this morning about "change in direction" or at the least that "burst of passion" we all need to remind us where we are going. I may be a little off, but I like where your poem took me!
best,
carolyn
I'd be happy to wind you until you're winded. (smile) katy xox
Love Tinka
Nicely said and done.
Elizabeth