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Marking Time
by Kate DemereeI searched for you in the kitchen
Did not find you there
Looked through the house
With a gnawing despair
Wandered the halls
Searching for your face
How could you go
Not leave a traceĀ
Stood before the window
As you did long ago
In the time that was our time
An echo, of you
Repeating that I
Was the only one
Who touched you
Creeps into my mind
No prints on the doorframe
No shadows on the wall
No voice that answers
To my quiet call
Just the tick, tick, tock
Of the clock
On the mantle
Mutters without a chime
Slow steady marking of time
01/28/2004 Posted on 01/28/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/28/04 at 12:58 PM excellent portrait of that lonely experience. Tom (my friend you remember, whose wife was in a nursing home?) used to tell me he was killing time all the time since she left. haunting. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/28/04 at 04:36 PM The consciousness of lone ness increases manifolds when the associations are all around, haunting you all the time. This is a beautiful piece depicting this lone some scene. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 01/28/04 at 05:31 PM "Just the tick, tick, tock Of the clock...Mutters without a chime Slow steady marking of time," how very very heartbreaking.
Ashok is right, all the associations the speaker has with the lost love multiplies the feeling of loneliness in this poem. Really a beautiful and heart wrenching poem that speaks sadly to the reader through poignant references to an empty house. Wonderful. :-) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 01/28/04 at 05:45 PM Well, Ashok said it for me... its so hard to move on when there are reminders everywhere... you captured that feeling very well. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/29/04 at 03:00 PM you have a knack, Kate to make words, seem facile in mood and yet they strangle like weed in their complexity |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/29/04 at 05:48 PM A very solemn poem that describes the passage of time in agonizing detail. Great read. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 01/29/04 at 07:13 PM This just cries out with the empty loneliness that time does often bring. Heartfelt and deeply touching... |
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