Clock-face

a-girl-a-dog-and-a-horse-1921Laughter spills out, an unexpected guest

been many seasons replacing themselves since

she danced to a good song

look! What shakes now that used to be firm

standing painting your public face on

you omitted to check

the clocks wound themselves forward

now you tear the grey from your hair and lament; how long it takes to recover yourself?

standing flat-footed before a mirror where is the succor for survival?

in the weight of your accumulation? Bales waiting tied snug and square

maybe the lake doesn’t ask for praise when it endures the ice

nor the escapees praise, their fortune

we wear the badges of our internal battles on the inside of our skin

nobody congratulated, the warrior who holds us from despair

media will not report those valiant souls making their way through treacle

and every once in a while it surprised you to witness

winter talenting to spring

water getting warmer

new generations crowd shoreline

unknowing in a blink

they too will wonder

how it had been so long?

since they danced

in the arms of someone who saw

the silver thread in their being

as if miracles were fashioned for the living

and stories of a shared song could rub true

instead of lifting your sagging arms toward heaven

halving wan light of a late winter moon

lighting the shift of clock-faces

tucking their knowledge in shadow

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17 thoughts on “Clock-face

      1. Some parts of old religions were attractive, when they stuck to celebrating the seasons and things like that, but we don’t believe in river gods and storm gods and that kind of stuff, so it’s self-consciously ‘retro’ to pretend that we do, and the wicca, faux pagan magical stuff. Really?

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  1. So true, I especially like ” we wear the badges of our internal battles on the inside of our skin”. Beautiful! I never thought to look at it that way but our scarred souls show how far, even with our questionable strength, we have traveled and over came those challenges! Thank you !

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    1. I’m glad you are not ashamed to admit when something touches you, that only makes you more of a man than you were before. Honesty of emotions is one of the most attractive things in either gender, in this world that believes we should have no feelings. I admire you for your feelings if you did not have them you could not write what you write and how you write.

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    1. Right? Talk about a lot of prep-work! ha ha ha! I always thought I would end up falling in love with someone my parents age and running off to a remote cottage somewhere, who knows? Old souls really appeal to me, though some are found in remarkably youthful people too, though perhaps less. There is nothing as exciting as a wise mind.

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