Seventy-two hours...
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
It's been 72 hours since I posted a piece in a "constructive critism" forum, no answers or suggestions, after 72 hrs.... What am I to think? I've gone up and down the spectrum, what's left?
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Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Mechanical time
proceeds on cue, tick, tock,
see the clock? It measures
the human day. Ticking, tocking
forever knocking…
Relative time,
sways and skews, blink, not,
what’s a clock? It measures
the human way. Blinking, blocking,
forever tocking…
Combined time,
aches and thrills. Hippitty hop,
where’s a clock? It measures,
what human’s pay. Sinking, Stalking,
forever clocking…
She feels Life eating her away.
Erin Moen
6/24/02
Copyright 2003 ©
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