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Three… Slow… Hands…
Ticking so harshly
Three slow hands
Shaking my core
Three slow needles
Ever, yet nothing – more

How I voyaged through time
Traversed its mark on tragedy
Gazed across its cold stare
Fixed, but never still
Sulking beat by jugular beat

In vane I thought to dismiss it
How it ruled me so
In truth I ought to have simply
Let it go

But stationed time always brings
That cold and dark mirror
Dragging with it sober reflection
That is oft so unwelcome

By morning I’ll be different
A second thought of what I am
Some half-chanced backward glance
Into a past that never was

And in the morning I’ll be bruised
As time beats me down
Beat by jugular beat
And I, doing everything, in vane…




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On Saturday February 23rd, 2008, The Zebra Warrior (2401) writes:
excellent pacing and craft; a subtle sense of darkness, not the clumsy half-arsed emo shit. It contains and frames a deepness, a real feeling of uncertainty, of lost hope and despair. My personal favourite stanze was: "But stationed time always brings That cold and dark mirror Dragging with it sober reflection That is oft so unwelcome" ...you put the word 'dark' in front of something it gives it such a tantalising seductive quality for me - hehe! I'd say the use of the word 'oft' is a touch archaic for me; but this doesn't feel like it's trying to be a 'contemporary' poem in the sense of the here-and-now, but has a timeless detached placement; hense the cold but enveloping sense of the quality narration.....good one


On Saturday February 23rd, 2008, Narcissa (724) writes:
Yup time is brutal...I love the last stanza.


On Saturday February 23rd, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (693) writes:
magnificent write good sir. *salutes* Time is cruel to us all.



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