You stood for lorn against the wall
in the age of water and oils.
Saw time expand, mellow and grand
as you 'tocked your outer toils.
Speechless, though a talking point
to everyone who entered.
Mahogany with golden trim
gracefully you tenured.
A solid base that held you still
proudly and erect.
Yet ticked away your own demise
oblique, willful neglect.
For all the eyes you catered for
and all the ears that listened.
Anointed with a soothing base
denied your right to glisten.
For who cares for a time piece
that calls past Centuries?
Not quite fitting in a plan
with adequate degree
You stood there proudly serving
till the young hereditary
Chose digital and lazer beams
domestical contrary.
Alas you wait with artifact
collections in the attic.
To be destroyed, nil and void,
non-aristocratic.
Farewell my timeless beauty,
finite in its clutch.
Oh, the stories you could tell
without hands or Newtons touch
24 comments:
SOunds like my grandfather clock
I wind it up & love it. I remember it lulling me to sleep when I was little at my grandparents.
Thank you!
oh those timeless time pieces... I love them and your poem also!
elegant capture of the clock.
sad ending, well penned.
Happy Rally.
so well penned. loved reading.
My grandfather clock agrees with you !! LOL
Happy Rally !
this was great..to write sumtin about a clock and make it sound like its life or time slipping away, that is what i grasp from ur poem..
happy rally
here is my link; http://mypoetrywriting.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-smile.html
Awesome poem. Everyone can relate...
love this! here's my wk 39.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2009/11/17/regret/
I remember the grandfather clock at my grandmother's house. I loved it! It was a cuckoo clock too! I miss those old beauties!
A beautiful poem, brilliantly rhymed, greatly enjoyed.
The Lonely Recluse.
A beautiful poem, brilliantly rhymed, greatly enjoyed.
The Lonely Recluse.
Very elegant and lovely rhymes! Leaves me in hope that this innocent antique clock will somehow avoid destruction ;)
Loved the flow!
Creating poems out of daily-used yet neglected stuff does feel good. I remember once I wrote a poem on a dustbin when I was in standard ninth in school. :P
Beautiful timne less poem!
It might be past it but its past isn't past it. Its time will come!
Ah, those majestic clocks, back when time had weight and position and we took things more slowly. nice!
Such a comment on what we do to the old ways. Discard and replace with digital newness. Sad.
my grandfather has such a timeless beauty of a grandfather clock too :) no attic for it, it stands proudly in his room..! :) a lovely verse, Lena!
Here's My Poem For Poets Rally
I think I will say hey hey too, mastery uses of words and terms, a great piece of creative art.
beautiful, the sound of consonants in your words create their own rhythm.
Sometimes we leave behind the best stuff.
rhythmic story -enjoyable poetry
Lovely write. It helped me remember the clock on the mantle of my grandmother's house...so loud and somehow, reassuring. Nice to meet you. Here is the link for my entry for the rally: http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2012/08/20/i-am-my-choices/
Hugs, pat
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