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Clocks
by David MauriceI lay you days
away like something
special
that can't be bought
all at once
You notice
I know your kind
eyes follow
the arc hands
make upon a face
I never know what
enough is
because
I never know what
enough is
Like something special
I lay the days away
06/06/2014 Posted on 06/07/2014
Copyright © 2024 David Maurice
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 06/07/14 at 06:31 AM Surprisingly delightful. I shall read it many times. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 06/07/14 at 11:02 AM stellar |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/07/14 at 06:09 PM I like this very much both for its simplicity and profoundity. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/13/14 at 03:12 PM Really a thoughtful piece. Stanza 2 with the arc of hands upon the face is sensual in a gently moving way, in fact the whole poem takes its time (pun intended) with that wonderful sense of 'never ending' in stanza 3. Thanks for this. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 06/14/14 at 03:40 PM what an intriguing piece - |
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