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7:47
by Megan LangleyClock emitting a green glow
Announcing time
Neither proudly nor hatefully
"7:47," it simply says
a.m. or p.m.?
matters not
This over-inhabited planet
continuing to revolve until...
"Who knows when?"
"Not I," answers the clock. "I merely tell the time.
It is you who must worry. While time remains immortal,
you will pass with the daily changes."
This off-the-wall tangent
ends
Before the clock even
changes
From 7:47 08/31/2004 Author's Note: very weird poem, I know, just random thoughts
Posted on 11/15/2004
Copyright © 2024 Megan Langley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 11/16/04 at 07:17 PM Sometime random is good. |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/17/04 at 02:07 AM Weird thoughts create interesting poems :) Nice work.. with stepping into the unknown a bit, lol.. you've definitely went over the line on normal thought a bit.. |
| Posted by D. Xavier Bari on 01/03/05 at 01:08 AM It's amazing how much can transpire inside the mind with those moments merging between sleep and waking reality. |
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