The hanging grandfather clock
Always says five to eleven
The pendulum is holding slightly to the right
I don't even remember how it sounds anymore
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Silence creeps slowly against time.... brilliant. How beautiful to keep relics reminding us of the past. The clock might not work but it's worth keeping! Bravo!
Congratulations, LeeAnn! This poem is now ranked #62 in the Best Poems of Members. A well-deserved recognition. All the best
The poem as such haunts our souls. But these lines are the most: " As the day journeys on / Silence creeps slowly against time ".. top score and Myfav
Beautiful poem. Every line, every word reflects the mood of the poem: decadence, immobile stagnant time… A poem that show's extraordinary brilliance in poetic excellence
That's the way to deal with such situation and your poem takes through that emotional ground. Well composed poem LeeAnn.
Amazingly written and expressed! .. Definite Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++
As the day journeys on Silence creeps slowly against time And I am left to my own devices I put a slow rhythm on from growing mad---perfection! A million stars for this and into my fav collection
That pendulum--- now that is how to subtly enter the soul of your reader! Dang, you're good!
Yes! A thousand times, yes! This is absolutely how to write a poem. Its descriptives rock the reader's boat! Who doesn't now know that grandfather clock? ? ?
Nice work Lee Ann. Silence doesn't get counted on clocks
It would be interesting to investigate the significance of that time. Perhaps, paranormal activity (of a good kind) is at work. You've got me thinking, LeeAnn!
The pendulum is holding slightly to the right....liked the keen observation of the poetess.
So beautiful. As we are going to modernize we are leaving the old. Nicely inked.
How a dead clock affects our daily chores and slows down our life is wonderfully written...but the emotional bonding it has created is for ever cherishable...lovely write