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Feeling this! It must have: Feeling this! It must have felt like an enormous weight being lifted as you wrote this. Sometimes we need such catharsis and it helps others who can relate feel less alone.   And it sounds like you’re much better off with the "pile" out of the way.   Love and Light and every happiness to you, my gifted friend.

If this is a first draft, it: If this is a first draft, it is light years beyond what most first drafts are like.  Wow!  I wish my first drafts were as well polished and as verbally successful.

I appreciate your view on: I appreciate your view on this! 

Thank you for your kind: Thank you for your kind words! 

I got my grade back earlier: I got my grade back earlier and it was a perfect score!!

Old time pieces and a fellow: Old time pieces and a fellow Poet's poem came together within your soul to launch this beautiful and significant poem.  To me, that proves you are an authentic Poet.  My favorite Poet, Wallace Stevens, found inspiration in all sorts of items (comparable to the old time pieces you mentioned, or overheard conversations) that then, being processed within his soul, became wonderful poems, with the most whimsical titles.  His Collected Poems can be read just for the beauty of the titles alone.  (Two of my favorites:  "Mountain Covered With Cats," and "No Possum, No Sop, No Taters").   I also like the way the poem begins, immediately and forthrightly asserting that the hearts are the tiny gears that move the hands of time, and move us through it flow.  Just like the power in tiny, invisible atoms which, when released through fusion, causes a star to release light and warmth---the rays of which can travel millions of light years to be received in our souls through our eyes.   This poem is both profound and beautiful, and only a real Poet can achieve that combination.

Thank you, my friend. Very: Thank you, my friend. Very kind.   I was looking at old time pieces in a small antique store earlier in the day, and later on in the day sparked a mingling of thoughts. I'm quite sure that George's poem "The Hands On The Clock Tick Backwards" got me writing, as well.