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An Hour, An Hour

by Joe Cramer

An hour, for an hour, an hour

My thoughts stall and do sour.

I have nothing more to say

Watching the clock tick tock away.

Slow minutes turn into an hour.

A new poem buds like a flower.

My mind slows, grinds down,

The grin now turns into a frown.

The clock tick tocks past

At long last.

06/04/2008

Author's Note: .... as I view the poetic writing process....

Posted on 06/04/2008
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kim Thevenot on 03/07/10 at 10:11 PM

I really like the beginning of it.. and thanks for the welcome!

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