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)
Spinning
counter clockwise,
it’s getting dark early;
Make sure that you play in the Sun
daily.
gold pink orange dawn
rise up refreshed in sunshine
like a fragrant bloom
in torrid noon hour
emerald green and jaded
birds sing to summer
reds mauves turn dusky
shadows lengthen into night
glimmering moonbeams
midnight of dreaming
diamond stars are twinkling fire
music in the night
Everything is always going right,
Because the circle of life is a cycle of time.
We move forward in time, clockwise we spin.
Everything is always going right,
Because all that happens is for a reason.
We learn spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally,
Clockwise our times tick.
Everything is always going right,
Because all things were meant to happen.
Our internal clocks move forward within,
To the right, our lives and times spin.
a single moment stays
another builds a solid maze
every tick of the clock displays
rising iron walls with slates to gaze
the tick of a tock is the groove to insane
caught on a string, can’t swing away
twisting in the turning fate
the push of a hand
tips the flow of sand
the other hand pulls the weight
forever sharpening the keys
iron mask or the height of a crown
darkness moves on frightening ground
a shared space in the wait
etching forever the sound it makes
a scrap and rattle in a tick for a tock
make doors for walls complete with locks
held open no more, all eyes to the floor
faces keep pace for the evermore
the minds design linked by a chain
a constant companion remains
ticking a song and hammering sublime
safe in a pocket of time
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
If the end was the beginning and the beginning the end, would you go back in time and
would you do it again?
Would it make any difference to go counter clockwise, because one you're going backwards
and forward you're just repeating
So is it safe to say that life is just a game? Like a chess piece moved by the day to day.
We learn from our mistakes but we continue to make them, we are taught all the rules and
proceed to break them
So am I moving forward or backwards is all I have to say, because we live counter
clockwise each and everyday.
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