a pocket watch with no hands to hold is pressed for time within stolen moments lost beneath a transparent face.
revolving recollections of a classical movements gilt times are wound in symphonic dreams of many a spring its jeweled heart hidden within a waistcoat pocket of worn seams.
in closing a cover of forever remains unopened suspended in time upon a chain in vested silence ones beloved remains all that is left engraved in gold to my cherished angel now and forever.
How precious the possession of a loved one can be--how dear and irreplacable it is, held close to our hearts. Beautiful imagery. Thank you for sharing this, John.
This is beautiful...reminds me of an old Gentleman who came in to the Library where I worked at as a young woman..He sported the most handsome engraved gold pocket watch on a chain..and a magnificent variegated Yellow Carnation..of which he later brought me a cutting of the latter, as I admired it so much! I also admired the Pocket watch, and mused over it's history...
Thanks for recalling this special memory for me. It is a truly wonderfully crafted poem. Diana.
Once again my dear friend, you have painted a picture and I felt such a part of it. This was so lovely and you always use an exceptional way of words to describe it. Loved it, Love, Bonnie
I got all your heartfelt messages from Jordan and they lifted me and encompassed me. Thank you
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 1, 2008
Time is an illusion, used only to measure point to point. Love the watch without hands. This has the feeling of a man who has transended time, seeing life in reality, awake. AWAKE, not sleeping our way through what we think is life.... tip top...
Me, echoing Kate-- she says it better-- but I love the time-in.vested watch. Great is the feeling that you have something to hold that keeps that heart-memory ticking... --Charlie
Fantastic sustained metaphor that is meticulously wrought and wound... the pacing is good and I love the way all the poetic cogs fit and drive each other along. The first stanza hooked me in completely, the clarity of thought... followed by the more lavish development of emotion and sentiment in the other two. In my mind, I go from the strong Roman Numerals of the first verse to a beautiful curlicue script in the last. Very fine writing, John. Thank you. Kate xx
Wonderfully put!
I am an avid "Estate Sale" lover...once, I came across this pocketwatch of a father, who's son was selling all his cherishables after he passed, but, sadly, for this son, nothing seemed cherished. I wondered...and asked myself, what son and why, would sell his fathers pocketwatch??? It bothered me for a long while after that... and this brought all the heartfelt feelings back again! A pocketwatch to a man, years ago, was side by side with a women's locket...Where did those days go?
Loved your pen today!
Come to think of it, I love your pen...anyday!
Smiles to you!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
A captivating write my friend, sad yet touching. Reminded me of my grandfather's belongings that I now cherish and house within jewely chest. Reminders of days gone by....well done indeed.
Blessings,
Joyce B.
"suspended in time... in vested silence... ones beloved remains (wound in symphonic dreams) You said it perfectly - what a memorial of love! (although I like to play with the lines for my own meaning.)
Having not posted in sometime I was strangely and divinely led to click on you again - and sometimes, though I think you the greater poet - we share some kind of paralell destiny as creators (hopefully mine being music not poems!) "I AM SILENCED" by this post!
best michael,
John,
This poem is profound and beautiful. The memories within your words are so precious. My great-grandfather has such a pocket watch and it has stayed in our family through time, several moves and our varied travels around this country. I guess each of us leaves our legacy behind in different, yet equally special ways.
John, I cannot begin to tell you how much this poem moved and touched me. Beautifully written in your delicate style.. Loved it!
Always, Myrna
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2008
I love the depth of this poem and am quickly becoming one of your fans... you take the simplest things in life and write with sensitivity, and without a doubt your own very unique style and create something quite marvelous to read every single time. Blessings my friend, love Holly
I adore this poem. It is almost like a time capsule enclosing
a cherished memory and playing the cherished scene over and over
each time the memory gets sweeter. The past, is the present, and the future is the past in this netherworld enclosed in the "cover of forever"...a place where time stands still and what was...still is..
somewhere within the lost moments of the pocket watch...lovely words,
beautiful message!
...with no hands to hold...stolen moments lost...its jeweled heart hidden. Such words of beauty, and you continue to amaze me with what you are able to accomplish with but twenty-six letters of the alphabet.
David
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2008
Old memories like this never die.
Excellent poem John..
Ron
Rites of passage. A lifetime of devotion etched on a gold pocket watch. Love suspended on a gold chain. Esotreic messages from one you love. A new perspective. A great analogy.
This poem make me thing of "time hanging from a chain" which associates with "puppets on a chain" and ends on a chain of thoughts provoked by the author's words.
With a golden engraved memory which the finger know so well.
As well as the remains of your cherished angel's love in your heart Dear John, and all around you...... it's never-ending ~ her presence in your heart... But, it's wonderful having a sacred symbolic reminder even still!!
Love and Friendship, Suzie :-D
Excellent insight about the treasured pocket watch
and the incredible meaning it represents to the owner
and whomever may receive it in the future...You give
new light with your splendid imagery
Wow! This is eerie. I just got my grandfather's gold pocket watch, Elgin's Watch Works , crystal replaced. It is a beautiful rose gold with double covers that flip open when one needs to see the time or wind it. It keeps perfect time. I gave it renewed life this past week and your poemhere means so much to me. I am printing your poem up and placing uit with the pocket watch.
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William
Thanks for recalling this special memory for me. It is a truly wonderfully crafted poem. Diana.
I got all your heartfelt messages from Jordan and they lifted me and encompassed me. Thank you
Regis
I am an avid "Estate Sale" lover...once, I came across this pocketwatch of a father, who's son was selling all his cherishables after he passed, but, sadly, for this son, nothing seemed cherished. I wondered...and asked myself, what son and why, would sell his fathers pocketwatch??? It bothered me for a long while after that... and this brought all the heartfelt feelings back again! A pocketwatch to a man, years ago, was side by side with a women's locket...Where did those days go?
Loved your pen today!
Come to think of it, I love your pen...anyday!
Smiles to you!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Blessings,
Joyce B.
thank you,
~D.
Having not posted in sometime I was strangely and divinely led to click on you again - and sometimes, though I think you the greater poet - we share some kind of paralell destiny as creators (hopefully mine being music not poems!) "I AM SILENCED" by this post!
best michael,
This poem is profound and beautiful. The memories within your words are so precious. My great-grandfather has such a pocket watch and it has stayed in our family through time, several moves and our varied travels around this country. I guess each of us leaves our legacy behind in different, yet equally special ways.
Brilliant work!
Jill
Always, Myrna
Gina
a cherished memory and playing the cherished scene over and over
each time the memory gets sweeter. The past, is the present, and the future is the past in this netherworld enclosed in the "cover of forever"...a place where time stands still and what was...still is..
somewhere within the lost moments of the pocket watch...lovely words,
beautiful message!
Bravo!! loved it!!
katie :)
You have so perfectly captured a thousand emotions with your words.
Cryssa
Love tinka
David
Excellent poem John..
Ron
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
With a golden engraved memory which the finger know so well.
Georg
Love and Friendship, Suzie :-D
and the incredible meaning it represents to the owner
and whomever may receive it in the future...You give
new light with your splendid imagery
Love and blessings,
Susan