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Clocks

by David Maurice

I 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 © 2021 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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