Tick,
The pendulum swung.
Tock,
Back it came.
Tick, tock
It continued,
As it has
For all my life.
That clock,
Sat on the wall,
As it always has
For as long
As I have been alive.
That clock
Is part of me,
And the tick
Of that clock
Is the heartbeat,
The heartbeat
Of the house.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The clock to which I refer was bought by my Grandfather during the year I was born and during those seventy year it has only been on two walls, one in my Grandfather's/ parent's house and now in our house. It strikes the hour and half hour and has done for all that time.
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Good write Gold. Some chuck out ticking clocks from their bedrooms, saying it annoys them. But it can be soothing.
Thank you Orchi, very true but this clock has always been part of my life.
THANKS UNCLE ANDY ! Great Song ! I (BRIAN) am doing *Talks on Sinatra for Seniors* they still love HIM especially 70+ Ladies who still see him as a *Bit of a Naughty Boy !* He is imortalised on MILLIONS of CDS & DVDS. Love the POEM and references to CLOCKS ~ we have to be careful not to be slaves of TIME ! My COMPUTER tells me it is O8:25am Friday 17/05/2019 ! But I have to remember for ANGELA its 08:25pm in Auckland ! WE love to visit our Friends in KENTUCKY (USA) for the Horses. In the House on the other side of the Road its one hour ahead and to them we are an hour behind. So even TIME is dependent depending where on EARTH you are. In KENTUCKY everyoneis an HOUR LATE or EARLY so invitations say *Come when you can ~ Leave when you must* ~ ONLY IN KENTUCKY ! Thanks for another epic Presentation !
Blessings & Love in the Spirit to YOU BOTH
Yours ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thank you A and B. In the local that I used to go to back in the seventies one of my friends there was an ex sailor and he said that he was in America at one time with his shipmates, I cannot remember which town but they were walking along a street and a guy come up to them and paid them to go to a theatre and cheer some guy called Frank Sinatra.
I have a coocoo clock which I thoroughly enjoyed but my family was totally pissed off as it coo cooed every fifteen minutes.
Enjoyable read
Thanks Suresh. Yes we too had a cuckoo clock at one time, no idea what happened to that one.
Hello Goldfinch 60.
A wonderful poem. Sometimes when a house is quiet and the hands on a clock tick during those silent moments - a clock has a life and an existence all of its own.
Keep writing
FineB
Thank you FineB, yes this clock has its own existence.
My father had a similar timepiece but it began to play up. It would run at half time ond would only ever go 'tick' never 'tock'.
Eventually we took it to the repairman a German gentle man who we suspected was ex SS... straight away he put the clock beneath a lamp and said "Vee haff vays of making you tock!"
LOL. Thank you d a, a laugh is worth a thousand words.
Wow - this one of the best I've read for a long time - gotta be a fave.
Very much appreciated and humbled Michael, thank you.
This is a goosebumper G great write clock are a part furniture part usable aid in the house and like people sometimes we only miss them when their gone
Wonderful stuff thanks for the memories
So kind Andrew, I am most grateful for your comments.
Great write, my friend.
-Lauren
Thank you Lauren, so good to see you back.
I like the beat.
We have a clock that was my mum and dads wedding present, In our house since 1948 and I still listen to that tick.
Phil
you describe that timepiece as you would an old family friend.. as I am sure, he.. or she is..... I have an old one that I consider similarly....... Neville
Yes it is a friend and has been with me all my life.
I just knew it....
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