Leaking Clock

WL Schuett

There was nothing left inside . 

No dreams, no compromise. 

It was all over . 

Sages of broken promises. 

Down from the mountains, 

lost in the rough country . 

Hoping for answers to questions 

that have no answers . 

Beneath a handsome , lonely old tree 

she couldn’t quite kill him 

but , she died a little herself . 


Fear was stuck so deep 

in her heart ,

it could not be dislodged. 

How to move her anger 

past her fear . 

He kept her from something 

she knew was her pride . 


Sowing seeds of despair . 

Crying tears of regret . 

So tied up but , she can’t quite 

cut the rope . 


In love she trusts , 

driftwood , 

deadwood , 

broken branches of 

damaged comfort . 

Desolate darkness prevails .

Black widow answers 

to the cinch of the rope . 


From another lifetime 

inside a clock that 

leaks the future . 

There is a language 

in the mountains 

that is calling her home . 

  • Author: WL (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2018 19:32
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 102
  • User favorite of this poem: FredPeyer.


  • FredPeyer

    Wonderful writing. All the stanzas are great, but that last one is magic. Did you paint the picture after you wrote the poem, or was it the other way round? WL you wrote something very special here! Goes straight into my favs!

    • Lorna

      I agree with Fred - the last stanza is marvelous. The Leaking Clock will stay with me for a long while (and brought to mind Salvador Dali's melting clocks). I will never look at a clock again without thinking it is leaking the future............

    • Goldfinch60

      Super write WL, the emotion and imagery leak through your words so very well.

      Superb painting.

    • myself and me

      A path turned and stretched to the unknown far away
      leading by the calling
      she followed the voice
      to home

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