My life resembles a clock
constant swaying
be that as it may, estimated
each nanosecond cherished
hells chimes are calling
is it time for retribution?
Rewind the clock, I say
favor me one more day
my proceeded voyage here
will be without dread
as the pendulum swings
a frictionless turn
entrancing movement
My life so finely tuned
expect no takeoff soon
my life resembles a clock
interminable uproar
see no motivation to stop
tick tock
© 2018-2019 – Franci Eugenia Hoffman
Franci Eugenia Hoffman enjoyed a career in the insurance industry for over 20 years. She was rewarded both professionally and personally due to results from taking responsibility and dedication to her work. Her fulfillment comes from the encouragement and promotion of others.
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I really liked this one! The “frictionless turn” line really impressed me.
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Thank you so much, Phillip! It’s interesting to go back and read our older poems. I published this in 2/2017 and sometimes wonder what possessed me to write this!?
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Ha! That is fun!
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I feel the insistence of time-s passage too. Well penned.
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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Tick tick of the clock stops for none.
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So true, Sadje!
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👍
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I’m in love with your beautiful second stanza Eugenia, the words are gently playing my tune…..xx
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I am delighted you enjoyed it, Ivor. 😊
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