"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
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 ~
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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
ReplyDeleteSand never sleeps, but watches do--the sands of time are airborne, inexorable, unforgiving. Nice word smithing--carapace made run for a definition; smile.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Grace, especially 'carapace of lost sky', 'fortnight of songs' and those final lines.
ReplyDeleteRealy amazing and special Grace ! xoxo
ReplyDeleteThat's a beautifully delicate write Grace and last two lines just winderful
ReplyDeleteWho needs a key, chuck it and fly free
ReplyDeleteI liked the "minutes of fibs" and "seconds of fear".
ReplyDelete"i pour sands, stars
ReplyDeleteand throw the key away-"
These lines leave me breathless. Perfection.
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.
ReplyDeleteAmazing write. A time. a dream...
ReplyDeleteA sense of sadness, fills me, as I read your poem, Grace, as if, we have lost something, that we can never get back.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a dreamy piece, Grace. :)
ReplyDeletePS. Did you get my reply to your email?
Deletei pour sands, stars
ReplyDeleteand throw the key away----stunning!
Loved the lines:
ReplyDelete"I pour sands, stars
and throw the key away"
Those last few lines are perfection. They complete the whole piece.
ReplyDelete"hours of day sighing" --- favorite here. So many wonderful references to time and means of measuring time...The title is perfect for the words.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason this made me a bit sad. Well written, as always. Have a great week!
ReplyDeletetime keeps on slipping...into the future ;)
ReplyDelete"I sow sands, stars, and throw the key away! Sigh! A nugget of perfection!
ReplyDeleteThis really does have a bit of melancholy to it. Very concise and powerful poem.
ReplyDeletetime 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.
ReplyDeleteWatches and sand ~ a powerful evocation of ~ time.
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