Sandra Feldman


5, Oh Clock! - Poem by Sandra Feldman

It is almost 5 o'clock,
And my heart seems to get stuck,
Already out of luck,
I whisper,
Not wanting to go back,
To what turned all my Summers,
Into Winter.

The memories of the past,
The joy that does not last,
Seem to filter,
All at once into my heart,
And slowly there get stuck,
As the clock strikes 5 o'clock,
And I whimper.

Topic(s) of this poem: time


Comments about 5, Oh Clock! by Sandra Feldman

  • Chuy Amante (7/10/2014 11:41:00 PM)

    Alright, time for a reprogramming session!

    5 o'clock, the heat is diminishing! ; -)
    grab the pole, time for fishing! : -)
    Now with a few, you're finishing! ; -)
    Sangria time, not Spanish, Finnish! Sing! ! ! : -)
    No Winter this year! : -)
    All Summer, chilled wine and beer! : -)
    Now when I type the magic 73442-Submit
    Reprogramming done, new flame is lit! : -)
    SUBMIT!
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  • (7/10/2014 8:44:00 PM)

    The title of the poem is very nice! (Report)Reply

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  • (7/10/2014 6:18:00 PM)

    .........love the touch of mystery in this write....
    ~ Not wanting to go back,
    To what turned all my Summers,
    Into Winter. ~
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 10, 2014



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