I squeeze the clock to slow time
Breaking it does not stop shadows passing
A face with hope's grime
three pointing hands each the other surpassing
Metal gears
it is its teeth that give it power
eating years
chewing down seconds and hour
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: March 14th, 2024 05:05
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
Comments3
It's like those Dali melting clocks picture.
Or that girl 'I'll scweam and scweam until I'm sick'
Or - it's cold today; my hands are scouqzen!' lol
Thanks Orchi English is a strange language freeze frozen squeeze (squozen?) no squeezed. Appreciate the comment.
A dark reality beautiful and you too have invented a new word? squozen
wonderful Dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thanks Teddy I appreciate the read and comment. No invented no. This form is used by some in parts of the US as a humorous or ignorant usage of a past tense of squeeze patterned after the irregular form of freeze.
Powerful work. Sharp metaphor and imagery.
Thanks for the read Thomas it is appreciated.
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