Kraftwerk

It was a dawn amongst amazing dawns
With a clear and sparkling blinding light
Starting a day of most amazing prospects
When everything seemed to be just right

The clock struck a definitive thirteen 
I counted each measured chime
Blinked in surprise at their number
Very nearly missed that split in time
When all those things possible 
Became as a matter of fact
All those things probable 
As the split began to act
So the old wall cuckoo clock
I always regarded as sedate
Danced with the steaming kettle
As though in prearranged date

The freezer in the kitchen corner
Rattled out a mean drum roll
And the cooker and the washer
Duetted in a session of soul
The birds were flying backwards
As I could oh so plainly see 
Through the transparent kitchen wall
That stood there in front of me

There were Dragons blazing trails
Across a gleaming silver sky
One certainly gave a wink to me 
As she looped and rolled in her flyby
There were comets dancing madrigals
With a bland but beaming yellow sun
And it seemed a creation of creations
Had started on its alternative run
  
Then the clock struck again
Just to twelve and with a loud crack
Time remerged with time with time
And the old world came flooding back

And what had started out to be
A very special and promising day
Reverted backed to its norm
And that world seemed somewhat grey
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Flood Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 5:54 AM
There is absolutely no offence intended here, Terry, but this reminds me of some of the jottings I do if I’m trying to crack ‘a block’… when I write with no thought to logic and write whatever flows from my ‘pen’ so long as it rhymes. These often prove to be very popular and usually does crack that block. Love this scatty tale!
Ireland Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 6:10 AM
Not an iota of offence taken - i perform at Poetry Open Mics and when the atmosphere gets suicidal i perform my nonsense just to pee them off. Scatty is just fine
Flood Avatar
September 12, 2022 at 5:57 AM
Did I say Scatty… I meant imaginative. Phew… think I got away with that one.
Bauer Avatar
September 7, 2022 at 11:41 AM
a very entertaining write, terry! i enjoyed...
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