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Two Hands on a Clock

Too many minutes

Toe

Hand

Too many mistakes

Too many numbers

Two to nine

Six minutes five plus null

Fingers?

My?

Your?

All but full

Do not disturb, the arms on the watch are…

They are…

Toe

Hand

Wrist and claw

Aw, do not disturb

Don’t peek and knock on my door

Don’t watch the clouds circle in the skies

Don’t cry on the purple floor, asking why

Don’t grab the blades of time as they tumble

Through thin and tall, can you stand the rain?

Can you count your blessings?

Even after they disappear through the pain?

Never single the digits

Toe

Hand

Schemes are blemished and skins are skirmished

Shoulder, my time

My rain is worthless

So never does the do resume spin

Around and around

And again, around, again

From toe

To hand

The ticket on watch flickers

And so, it never stops

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6 comments on “Two Hands on a Clock

  1. “blades of time” – Brilliant – There were yet again many little gems in the piece but I think that was my favourite, then again

    “Can you count your blessings?

    Even after they disappear through the pain?”

    Is a very poignant and thoughtful phrase.

  2. “Don’t grab the blades of time as they tumble

    Through thin and tall, can you stand the rain?”

    I like your writing, this poem is really good. Neither of which is a helpful comment but both of which are meant.

    • Ooooh, I’m glad :D What kind of vibe did this one give you?

      • Might be totally wrong here. But from this:
        “Too many minutes

        Toe

        Hand

        Too many mistakes

        Too many numbers”

        I got a sense of something a bit hopeless, a bit trapped… Throughout the poem, there does seem to be an element of helplessness, and repetitions, in the image of the clock and the clouds circling. But in this section:

        Don’t peek and knock on my door

        Don’t watch the clouds circle in the skies

        Don’t cry on the purple floor, asking why

        Don’t grab the blades of time as they tumble

        Through thin and tall, can you stand the rain?

        Can you count your blessings?

        Even after they disappear through the pain?

        I got more of a sense that the poem is hopeful, believes in the possibility of cycles being broken, or of someone being able to get off the purple floor, stop watching the clouds, stop trying to grasp time- and be hurt by trying to- but count blessings, keep onto something through the pain and the despair. I love the phrase “Don’t grab the blades of time as they tumble” by the way- it’s very clever.

        But yeah… *blush* this could be completely wrong and not your intention with this poem. Let me know!

      • Haha, what you’ve said was basically the theme of the piece with the addition of endless sub-topics discussed. I appreciate the review :p The beauty of art is that it can be interpreted to an incomprehensible degree

  3. This line brings up the power to choose not to choose, or to attach to the events flowing past, but to be in that place of no-movement:
    “Don’t grab the blades of time as they tumble”
    Yes!

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