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Click hereThe pendulum swings awry
and I know it is time
that is escaping, running
fast through my fingers
before I can grab hold and claim it.
I watch the tic toc, to and fro:
a beat missed,
a second passed.
Is my mind playing tricks
or is there a message
in the sway of metal
not quite right?
We put our trust, absolute
faith, in its swing-
on what guarantee?
Is it any more worthy
than all the things
(people)
who disappoint us,
with their promise of forever
and the reality of so much less?
Is the pendulum and its crooked arc
any more faithful than you?
Good poetry is... poetic, to be obvious, and you've done it. An ordinary clock pendulum has been made beautiful through poetry. It's a great relation that you make, and I especially love when you start to tie it together in the last few lines and we get to see the true meaning of why you're on the topic of a pendulum.
Very graceful, very beautiful!
I had to read it again, to make sure I wasn't missing anything. Very good, as always!
...and hands down yours is the best. It is a fantastic read all the way thru and the last 4 lines are ass-kicking beautiful.
As the image of the pendulum formed in my mind, I can see the full depth of what your wrote. Wow, you are truly gifted. Thanks for posting here.
Paul, AKA QuietlyMakingNoise
I am unfamiliar with the challenge, but I did enjoy the poem. ~Imp