Pascal Borg Poet Free verse

Counter-Clockwise

With its disparate arms it beckons.
Look at its face, its eyes half-passed closed,
With a mouth smiling counter-clockwise,
It ticks to me and it tocks to me.
But I still cannot understand how,
Legless, time runs out on me so fast.

                                                          (Honorary Mention in Brian Strands's No 1491 Contest)

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Alison A Smith nee Howarth July 23, 2026 at 10:13 PM Now how time moves so quickly when we have lots to do or want more quiet time then when we need it to miss a few beats and hurry up it looses all momentum it seems. Pascal Borg July 24, 2026 at 4:52 AM That's the nature of time, Alison, we always wish for more. But one day it will run out on us completely.