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
That Dude Eddie 
“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.
“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 😀 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
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!