Every moment, his life
ticks away:
A shivering clock of
Blood and bones and pulse.
But for his, it's faster then others.
I watched my grandfather clock collapse when my
Hour hand was on the twelve.
Counter Clock wise health never restored new batteries
To bring him back to life.
His heart skips beats per second,
per mintue
FINALLY,
his time runs out.
3 comments:
I like the way you related your grandfather to a clock. This paints pictures in my mind perfectly.
I love the line...
A shivering clock of
Blood and bones and pulse.
i love this poem it has so much imagery and i like how you made everything relate to the clock.
i love this poem because you talk about the hard time you had with your grandfathers passing but you talk about it in such a way that...eh i dont know how to explain it but how you relate you and him to a clock about how his life is ending while yours is just beginning and needing more time...the use of time in the form of an actual clock is something you dont really see in poetry and i really like it!!
great job!
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