tick tick tick
the clock ticks strange sounds
ticking sounds that I’ve never heard
but they sound familiar
through the unfamiliar ticking
tick tick tick
and I can’t quite make it out
where I’ve heard it
what was the circumstance of the sound
and why it happened to be
tick tick tick
trying to find the sound
trying to pinpoint the exact location
the point of the maddening ticking
the passing of time
tick tick tick
I just can’t manage to understand
or comprehend the madness
the strange sound of ticking
that I have yet to hear fully
tick tick tick
tick tick
tick
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 287
Understatements of Clockery
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