Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

The Clock

by Michael J Falotico

                                      I'm dreaming of tomorrow when
                                           I haven't finished today..
                                 My mind is taking steps to a playground
                                              where we can play..
                                 Too much quiet fills my space, the clock
                                    on the wall starts to reflect my face..
                              I'm listening to a song that calls out my soul..
                             But all I hear is rain ,as the time takes its toll..

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Richard Lamoureux November 30, 2012 at 7:47 AM Sometimes I am either living in the future or stuck in the past, missing out on the moments that are here and now. I enjoyed this moment reading your poem.

Poet Destroyer A May 21, 2011 at 10:02 AM Not at all Michael.. I'm just being silly this morning... And smiling I'm beyond smiles this afternoon... i don't know why? but, thanks for that extra smile.... Now, i look like the kool aid pitcher... lol... a great big fixed smile.... happy dandy me... hugs to you...p.d.

Gwendolen Song May 18, 2011 at 6:59 PM Well, don't let the rain or the clock keep u inside! Get out in the fresh air! ha ha. The opening lines set a tone of anticipation..fun...nice rhyming. Good rhyming is such a tricky art, I don't care what anyone says. Gwendolen

Carolyn Devonshire May 13, 2011 at 2:15 PM I plead guilty of "dreaming of tomorrow" when I should be focusing on today, Michael. Those childhood memories creep in and take us to the past as well. Everytime I hear the Eagles "Desperado" or Elton John's "Daniel," I end up crying. They do call out to my soul, but I can brush aside outside noises like rain when I hear them. Stunning poem, dear friend. Love, Carolyn

Diane Locksley May 13, 2011 at 1:40 PM Sometimes I feel the same way Michael. Always looking ahead and forgetting to live in the present. Good work. Best to you, Diane

Nette Onclaud May 13, 2011 at 12:14 PM oooh, michael, been a while!... a slush of imagery that intoxicates.. time is a serious proposition! this rocks..: hugggs, nette

Bonchance Longfall May 13, 2011 at 6:43 AM A great poem saying much in few words. Perhaps the "the" in the last line can be dropped.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart May 12, 2011 at 4:42 PM Awesome as always my White Knight.. I do the same thing ..think on tomorrow when today is still early luv.. always enjoy your lilting lines luv.. Jersey Girl in tanning mode ...