oh clock
on and on
you go
belting out
the inaccuracies
universal inacurracies
on and on
you go
announcing
the minute second
you miss
at speed
of my thought
on and on you go
lambasting
a concept
no human
has yet fathom
able to escape from
a mystery
as great as
the whole universe
which too
circles on and on
confusing
the little universe
clock, clock, clock
everywhere
yet not one telling
me the truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
John, you said the other day that you have trouble writing a sophisticated poem. This one is such a poem. It has a good image and I like the repitition of the word 'clock' sort of like ticking. Good work. Raynette