Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Time's Clocks Unwind Double Acrostic

Time's clocks unwind, too soon all find
Interred all hopes and fears,
Most left behind, both fair, unkind,
Eternal dust smears years.
SCarce heard births cry, comes date to die
LOCKed out from both doubt, hope;
Swift strikes last sigh, too few know why
UNdone is life's soft soap.
WIND blows, time shows each comes, each goes
TIcked off as vain statistic,
ME grows, friends foes, Death mows, time flows
CLOth cut at speed ballistic.
Creative link between 'I think
Karmic spring one way ticket,
SUNrise must sink, wing flutter wink,
WIth NomaD stumped at wicket.

Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 19, 2013

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(4 November 1974 revised 19 September 2013)

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