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On the wall there is a clock that
has ceased to tick
All it needs is batteries
I always forget
I get lost in reveries that
turn out to be shams
I just walk into a different room
Now I am wiping down the mirrors
clearing off the toothpaste,
the mishaps,
the renegade soap suds
the stains that I am not quite sure of
It's amazing what I do to forget something
I simply stop looking at it
Turn my mind to plausible vindications
grasp the act of self suffiency
That's right...
I am not the failure here
I can work this out,
through dusting and
mopping
and picking up dog shit
Every single day is bloodshed
and I thought I had no fight left
But one day I will buy those batteries
and time will exist again
Much appreciated Ms LUTBL
one day I will buy those batteries
and time will exist again
2015 new batteries Wow !!!!!
I have shared this post on Facebook Dying Battery
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The year old dying battery
Of the big chiming clock
Lament not its death
It must now be trashed
A new battery is coming along
Singing the heralding song
©bishu
I dig it!
I dig it!
I appreciate you reading it.
I appreciate you reading it. I liked it all the way until the ending. The ending was haphazadly finished. The title is lame as well. Would you recommend a better title? Titles were never my forte.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
I just saw your response. I
I just saw your response. I don't think the title suits it very well but I don't think titles matter very much; I feel like they should be whatever comes most naturally when you ask, "what the heck do I refer to this as?"
My instinct would be to call it "Caesura," which is a silent pause in music or poetry.
Thank you for the suggestion.
Thank you for the suggestion. I really like it and I will most likely use it if thats alright with you :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
I really like this
I really like this too!
Your ending, seems like you had removed something there (just a feeling I got)... I know it sounds weird but I mean I felt like you didn't put something in (torn on whether it was good, trying to remove resemblance or memory etc.)
Keep writing, I like your unquie edge of poetry style
I aplogeise if you feel my poems are not correctly standardised or grammatically perfect - dark, too detailed, etc... Alot of my writing just flows all in one, so I try not to edit it afterwards otherwise I start changing the work- which h
thank you Letty! I did not
thank you Letty! I did not remove anything at the end. However, your feeling was fairly correct because the poem in general is about removing something from your mind. :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.