Two Smallpoems About The Clocks
dogtrax, Kevin's Meandering Mind, Nov 04, 2019
IMG_1697 flickr photo by jmerelo shared under a Creative Commons (BY-SA) license With the end of Daylight Savings, my brain — already a tricky object at night — is fairly confused, and that makes for some interesting poems, I guess. Yesterday’s Poem: Oh, hour, lost hour, you gentle flower – hidden in the shadows of […]


IMG_1697 flickr photo by jmerelo shared under a Creative Commons (BY-SA) license

With the end of Daylight Savings, my brain — already a tricky object at night — is fairly confused, and that makes for some interesting poems, I guess.

Yesterday’s Poem:

Oh,
hour,
lost hour,
you gentle flower –
hidden
in the shadows
of bloom –
we forgot
you were there
until you
reappeared
at the door
of dawn’s
empty room

Today’s Poem:

My brain
won’t believe
what the clock
seems to say

I’m open-eyed
and wide awake
with hours before
the day

Peace (tick tock goes the clock),
Kevin