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The Ticking Clock
Contributed by
jessb3
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Thursday, 8th January 2009 @ 08:06:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Alone I sit, forever staring
At the clock and it’s slow ticking
I tear my gaze away from watching
And listen to the sound of nothing
In my ears, my heart is beating
And then the telephone starts ringing
Of course, I hear the keys are tapping
As I think and then start typing
I look back at the clock still ticking
And hope that time has been rushing
But what I find is disappointing
Indeed, I think, it must be slowing
The time it seems, is not moving
I roll my eyes and can’t help sighing
At how time teases cos I’m checking
To observe, if it’s still flowing
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Re: The Ticking Clock
(User Rating: 1 ) by Incognito_Bombastus on
Thursday, 8th January 2009 @ 10:32:50 PM AEST (User
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at least this was not time wasted a honed descriptive piece.
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Re: The Ticking Clock
(User Rating: 1 ) by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 9th January 2009 @ 04:08:06 PM AEST (User
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Time is a strange beast indeed.
When you want it to go slow it goes fast, when you want it to speed up it crawls.
You're right when you say it teases us !!
Steve |
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