Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Box of watches



time set in stone
carapace of lost sky
kept in box sewn
hours of day-sighing 

fortnight of songs
minutes of fibs, glitches
seconds of fear
bands around old watches

i pour sands, stars
and throw the key away-




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics about Memento by Mish ~  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit ~

23 comments:

  1. I so love the sense of how time flies... both the sense of the watches and the sand.. and maybe we don't need the key to feel them

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  2. Sand never sleeps, but watches do--the sands of time are airborne, inexorable, unforgiving. Nice word smithing--carapace made run for a definition; smile.

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  3. Wonderful, Grace, especially 'carapace of lost sky', 'fortnight of songs' and those final lines.

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  4. Realy amazing and special Grace ! xoxo

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  5. That's a beautifully delicate write Grace and last two lines just winderful

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  6. Who needs a key, chuck it and fly free

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  7. I liked the "minutes of fibs" and "seconds of fear".

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  8. "i pour sands, stars
    and throw the key away-"

    These lines leave me breathless. Perfection.

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  9. Watches are seen less and less these days with cell phones. I love the image of a box of watches, holding so many moments, measurements of time but then freed. Lovely, Grace.

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  10. A sense of sadness, fills me, as I read your poem, Grace, as if, we have lost something, that we can never get back.

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  11. This is such a dreamy piece, Grace. :)

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    1. PS. Did you get my reply to your email?

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  12. i pour sands, stars
    and throw the key away----stunning!

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  13. Loved the lines:
    "I pour sands, stars
    and throw the key away"

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  14. Those last few lines are perfection. They complete the whole piece.

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  15. "hours of day sighing" --- favorite here. So many wonderful references to time and means of measuring time...The title is perfect for the words.

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  16. For some reason this made me a bit sad. Well written, as always. Have a great week!

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  17. time keeps on slipping...into the future ;)

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  18. "I sow sands, stars, and throw the key away! Sigh! A nugget of perfection!

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  19. This really does have a bit of melancholy to it. Very concise and powerful poem.

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  20. time can be kind and cruel and watches bring back memories of both, such a magical way of framing your words, they dropped like tiny bubbles on my skin as I read them. I see you are from Mississauga, I have been there and loved and almost did not leave to come home. Really nice to visit you here.

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  21. Watches and sand ~ a powerful evocation of ~ time.

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