Sunday, 6 October 2013

erase that wall

image by crilleb50
what secret do the clocks hide-
last I looked they blinked at me
such clever gesture on their part
I want to look at the stars 
but I look down hiding my face
where will I nest in my twilight years
time does not let me know
hour hand of one of the clocks has swept away the cobwebs

I am now a basket case
my flesh ripe for picking
think what you may
I cannot leave the cliches to chance
don't let it be said
I saw all and never conquered

"the weeds will die under my walking stick
I would be left here, my bio carved in stone"



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17 comments:

  1. Sabra Bowers6 October 2013 at 10:53

    Haunting poem. I think a lot of us ask, "where will I nest in my twilight years?"

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky6 October 2013 at 11:03

    I definitely relate to this......my twilight years are nigh and I am still asking that question!

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  3. Vandana Sharma6 October 2013 at 11:05

    Contemplation

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  4. daphnepurpus6 October 2013 at 12:48

    I really relate to this beautiful haunting poem!

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  5. christopher6 October 2013 at 14:01

    I am in my twilight years, no doubt. I have found a basement.

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  6. R.K. Garon6 October 2013 at 15:47

    :-)
    ZQ

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  7. oldegg6 October 2013 at 17:08

    Better perhaps to say "I saw all but did no harm". When I look back on life I hope my ticks of approval outweigh my crosses. Don't worry about the weeds they are resilient. Perhaps your walking stick will prod us into understanding

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  8. Kathe W.6 October 2013 at 21:36

    a basket case???? I think not my friend! You will survive!!!

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  9. Susan6 October 2013 at 21:41

    I wonder myself. But let's celebrate this poem which starts with so much life event the clocks are flirting, blinking, obscuring what time is.

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  10. Helen7 October 2013 at 09:34

    Thought provoking ... very nice.

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  11. Sue7 October 2013 at 11:39

    Well conceived and well worth thinking about.

    =)

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  12. Tess Kincaid7 October 2013 at 16:23

    Never leave the cliches to chance...love that...

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  13. mindlovemisery8 October 2013 at 00:14

    I love this, your use of language is brilliant and fantastical

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  14. Kutamun8 October 2013 at 03:21

    Reminds me of Simone De Beauvoirs book, " all men are mortal "- Thanks Gautami

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  15. Suzy9 October 2013 at 02:17

    Where will I nest in my twilight years - that question crosses my mind now and then. If I ponder too long it gets to scary. thought provoking poem.

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  16. ninotaziz9 October 2013 at 03:45

    I saw all and never conquered…

    A reminder how mortal we are...

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  17. Beachanny9 October 2013 at 22:03

    Precise language and beautifully written. Enjoyed it very much.

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