indira babbellapati

Rookie - 106 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

Grandpa's Clock - Poem by indira babbellapati

in that ticking of the clock
three generations of time
had ticked past...
with some tickings fixed firm
each ticking concealed
tireless roar of the sea
and a conundrum of emotions
time has its way of
teasing and tiring us
one fine evening during
a casual chitchat as sister
got off from the chair
she hit back at time and
the grandfather's clock-
though i had never known him
but through the clock fixed to the wall-
that seemed to chime
eternally into the wee hours
each time waking me up cruelly
from an innocent sleep
lay there in pieces...

the pendulum, still oscillates
the conundrum, still unsolved
the flux of the sea, still echoes
though we could never manage
to get another clock

and external surfaces
still gleam and glitter...


Comments about Grandpa's Clock by indira babbellapati

  • (12/26/2009 11:25:00 PM)

    This is a fascinating poem, Indira that cleverly combines family and history and the vulnerability of those attachments that seemed to be invincible.
    'the pendulum, still oscillates
    the conundrum, still unsolved
    the flux of the sea, still echoes'
    These three lines encapsulate the theme of your poem - quite beautifully. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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  • (12/20/2009 4:54:00 AM)

    I had the luxury of laying my hands on one of my great grandfather's pendulum clock. Its with my 'peddamma' now. I opened it & took pictures & video of its various mechanical components. Its still working fine. Your poem made me remember this. I'll send you the pics. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 13, 2010

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