Clock Face

[Dark Muse]

Clock Face

Time ticks by
with slow madness,
hours bleeding
through the walls
each revolution
chokes upon itself,
strangled by clock hands
etching time
upon the face,
occasional seconds
seem to wink
with hints of malevolence,
minutes grimace
each muscle moves
with the speed of glass
taking eternities to melt.

[Lykren]

I liked these lines

"each revolution
chokes upon itself,"

Nice work, Dark Muse.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you

[blank|verse]

This puts me in mind of 'The Clocks of the Dead' by Charles Simic (http://www.poetryarchive.org/poem/clocks-dead). I'm sure you'd enjoy his work, Dark Muse, if you haven't read his poetry.

[YesNo]

I liked the last two lines the best. Change in general is a mystery whether it is the clock's hands moving or just getting out of bed.

[Delta40]

The hand of Dark Muse! What a torture time can be and my own clock ticks on the mantlepiece as I sit here alone contemplating your poem...