|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/13/13 at 07:25 PM|
Wow, Chris, this seems such a young age to go. I really enjoyed the stop watch metaphor and especially that last stanza.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 08/14/13 at 12:10 AM|
My stop watch has been repaired a time or two and I appreciate the work that some doctors have done for me. But alas my time grows shorter and shorter. It could be 20 yrs or 20mins.
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 08/14/13 at 06:27 PM|
I've got a cheap Chinese Timex. I'm so screwed. I throughly enjoyed this. :)
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/15/13 at 12:58 PM|
This is a written with the precision of a watchmaker and the sounds it makes are soothing and waxing philosophic and do nothing less than captivate.
|Posted by Rob Littler on 08/16/13 at 05:46 AM|
Sorry for your loss. The poem makes me wonder when whomever has their finger on my button is going to push, how frantic we all could live each ticking moment...and why we kid ourselves into thinking we are immortal in our youth...we can't handle our own unavoidable truths...our one truth...knowing I am born with an end in mind, but not realized, perpetuating a desire to care in a false reality, propagating the Matrix! The Tyranny must end! But seriously, sorry for your loss. And thanks!
|Posted by Britt Zimmerman on 08/23/13 at 07:30 PM|
beautiful and thought provoking! Love it!