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When Hands Travel

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Life and death effects families in a myriad of ways. We who've tasted both the sweet nectar and the bitter sweet nexus of family can do well to remember there is no finite answer. Parenting and being parented is laden with all of Nature's surprises, most of which, aren't too bad, actually. Perhaps having a sense of the clock as incentive, rather than a slowly closing door, helps one appreciate time.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

When hands travel

Does the clock wonder

As it watches us watch it moving?

It sees us gaze at numbers like forgotten memories in orbit

Like lonely sentinels guarding the bridges of life's journey

When hands travel

We watch the precise start and stop of moving forward

We ask ourselves of distance and time... what importance is this

When life is endless for the soul?

When hands travel

We watch with glances when we are young

With apprehension as we age

With resolve or resentment when we are old

But always...

Hands do travel

Measurements of time are created

Vacuums for living life... or living death

When Hands Travel

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Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on July 16, 2012

I watch the clock all day and most of the night; people and "things" have to be in the right places at exactly the right time, it's absolutely draining, takes very little to upset the clock. I would love to get off the ride for a moment, and that is usually where writing comes in and then were right back at dyabreak where we left off and so on and so forth. ~ enjoyed! Morgan

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Reviewed on July 12, 2012

Personification is surely your forte, Odin. To place us as the observed by the time machine itself is an ingenious reversal, and spins up reader flash-visions of our own facial expressions that the clock would see: excitement (dinner out with 'the one') and dread (dental chair time). I like that very much, and it highlights your implementation of 'mirrors' in life. "...precise start and stop of moving forward" carries with it the 'control' time has over us, which you illustrate so well in the 4th stanza. I see the word "vacuums" as 'spaces' for living life... and as 'sucking machines' for living death. Pretty neat. ~~ Diana

Reviewed by Kate Clifford

Reviewed on July 12, 2012

In truth there is no "time" but we made agreements when we where young that there is time and so we watch. What would happen do you suppose if we all agreed at the same time there was no time?

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on July 12, 2012

I have four clocks in The Hovel, which is quite a lot when you take into consideration that The Hovel is only one room with a bath (small). But I can't blame the fact that I live in The Hovel that I'm a hand watcher, I have been doing it all my life.

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on July 12, 2012

taking on the ineffable is hard work
but worth it when and if you have
the time and, above all, the skill
and you, Odin, have skill in abundance.

john

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on July 12, 2012

I like the way you have expressed and imaged this immortal conundrum, this warped notion that we have chosen to adopt that time is somehow linear, moving from A to B. I know it's just an organisational measure that we can all adhere to, but life moves and evolves through the order in which things happen rather than according to the sequence of dates - although two, of course, are ones that we have absolutely no control over, normally! Love your light touch here, Odin, which lends this idea freshness, piquancy and is a very pleasant wake-up call to these perennial considerations. xx

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on July 12, 2012

well said, enjoyed the read

m

Reviewed by Keith Rowley

Reviewed on July 12, 2012

Quite thought provoking in a contemplative way - expressing a sentiment with which I am familiar, but with a unique voice. I like it!

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