The Clock (81 Words)
Were I the motion, hammer of the mind
I should by motion my free thought express—
And through the idle moments left in wind
Would meter action to a timed distress.
If in the beating of this burdened heart
Could all my cares be turned and tuned away
Then I would count the second’s ticking part
And to a tick, circumvent each new day.
I like the clear composèd face of time:
Thank God the change of seasons strange, is mine.
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Written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Check it out!
WALLIE'S WENTLETRAP 
‘The clear composed face of time’ – great line.
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Awonderful poem, Wallie and friend.
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Wallie and I thank you! 🙂
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Reblogged this on newauthoronline and commented:
As a lover of clocks I enjoyed this poem.
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