"frozen clock"
Above rot, its high, encrusted dial
keeps witness with blind, unblinking face;
and tarnished hands frozen in their stall
as rust creeps to swallow up its brace.
It counts no hours, yet bears a slow collapse
of gears that grind but never catch their clasp—
the weight of dust packed thick beneath the rim,
the sag of metal bowed at every limb,
the quiet choke of springs that strain and split
until its whole frame settles into grit.
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a most descriptive write my friend
Thank you, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
You are a day ahead of me my friend as I am writing tomorrow's poem on time as well. This one my friend is well imaged. Rot and encrustation evidence of time itself. The blind and unblinking face shows time's indifference. The second verse a couplet speaks to time itself has no divisions, it is man that divides it into measurable units. The third stanza speaks of the slow accumulation of time in dust and its sagging under its own weight. A fave
Can hardly wait for it🙏🏻🕊️
Arqios, this really hit me hard. The atmosphere is wonderfully oppressive...everything feels suspended between endurance and decay. You painted that world beautifully, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks dear Tittu 🙏🏻🕊️
I think we all feel like that from time to time🤕
But a Stopped Clock is correct Twice in a day.
A fine discriptive write. Enjoyed.
So we may be correct as well at least twice a day🙃🙏🏻🕊️🤣
I'll be happy with Twice.
The Church Clock in my Town has been on 12:35 since last year. Or I'm in an episode of The Twilight Zone. 😗☹️
Est ist sehr schön ,wie sie uber die zeit gesagt haben
Do u speak german or dutch if i may ask
ein bisschen Deutsch, een beetje Vlaams/Nederlands. (Pardon the spelling and the atrocious grammar) And yourself?
We'll freeze those in time, that say that annoying phrase 500 times a day: 'At this moment in time'! lol. When they've said it, it's the next moment in time. lol.
In an endless loop! 🤣🙏🏻🕊️
And - you still looking for 'tomorrow' as I am? When it gets here, it's always 'today'! Doh!
Well done. I love how you use the imagery of a broken clock to symbolize how time, though it continues to exist, becomes irrelevant as the mechanisms that measure it deteriorate.
That valued comment brought my thoughts toward dementia and other deteriorative mental conditions. Thanks so much 🙏🏻👍🏻
A brilliant poem reflecting time and and the inevitable. Written as a machine that breaks and crumblrs. Time is the only commodity we don't get back. Great read.
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