Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
laura-susan-smithPoems
Gauging the time on my ever ready Timepiece, I would be vacant without it Guessing the minutes that miss out As the second hand moves smoothly Locking onto with its demonstration powers How to mark time successfully, second by Second, a prelude to the minute minder Merging in with the big guns, the 'On The hour Brigade' of salutes and silences Schedules and deadlines. The.....gong The chime The clang The beep The moment to be woken from our sleep It's a curse at 'times' (excuse the pun) The engagements starting point and Finale. I wonder what time it is right now? Would we lose ourselves scurrying to find Our 'timepiece'. Do we pick up our redundancy In favour of technological time and motion? Even though the 'Wonder World' has not dreamt of.... And cannot conceivably equate.....powerful potent Possibilities of fake time in an unknown spatial Rhombus, conspiring recklessly to promote individual Unreality; time spinning out the hour, through The minutes, towards the last seconds..... of our unreal lives
0
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 1:43 PM UTC
Timepiece
Gauging the time on my ever ready Timepiece, I would be vacant without it Guessing the minutes that miss out As the second hand moves smoothly Locking onto with its demonstration powers How to mark time successfully, second by Second, a prelude to the minute minder Merging in with the big guns, the 'On The hour Brigade' of salutes and silences Schedules and deadlines. The.....gong The chime The clang The beep The moment to be woken from our sleep It's a curse at 'times' (excuse the pun) The engagements starting point and Finale. I wonder what time it is right now? Would we lose ourselves scurrying to find Our 'timepiece'. Do we pick up our redundancy In favour of technological time and motion? Even though the 'Wonder World' has not dreamt of.... And cannot conceivably equate.....powerful potent Possibilities of fake time in an unknown spatial Rhombus, conspiring recklessly to promote individual Unreality; time spinning out the hour, through The minutes, towards the last seconds..... of our unreal lives
laura-susan-smith
Written by
laura-susan-smith
English
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 1:43 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem