Friday, January 27, 2012

Tick









Tick…
The spring winds down slowly
No one to reset
No one to rewind

Tick…
No one to see
The fracture in the spline

Tick…
As we go
The slack grows
Until the tick
Pulls no more.

10 comments:

  1. Very evocative read Christopher. Well done.

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  2. That made me unutterably sad. Beautifully done.

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    1. The interesting thing is we never know how long it ticks.

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  3. I sat for a moment after reading. Just sat. Few things make me do that, but I love it when it happens.

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  4. That is so final. Just like out own time. I really appreciate the talent and the soul behind this, but I can't say I enjoyed it, it made me feel heavy.
    Excellent.

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  5. Love the photo you used, suits the unfinished feel the poem leaves me with.

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