- My hands push the time around the clock
- The whiskers are tickling numbers as they move around the face
- I'm pitching a fastball as my hands turn quickly in a circle
- My hands are playing the piano as they move around the outer edge
- Blotches of black and white on the art palette
- It tells not just the time but the age of myself
- The day it dies is when I take out the plug, but it is born again when it meets the outlet
- The glass is there to protect the face if any harm comes
- Alerting me to the seconds going by
- A flattened ball i ran over yesterday
- I ask myself where has the day gone?
- As the sun reflects off the clock and onto my face it tells me the day is almost done
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Wednesday, September 8, 2010
As the Time Ticks Away
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1 comment:
Katie -- I just love the wonderful images you created in this poem.
Ms. D.
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