Lora Colon

Gold Star - 12,296 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

The Clock - Poem by Lora Colon

As night descends it brings foreboding,
And right on cue, here comes the fear;
What will I do when the clock strikes twelve -
When it's midnight, and he's not here

Night after night, the same scene unfolds,
Misery, why do you loiter near?
The starless ceiling of black and gray
Steadily falls, and he's not here

Not a thousand stars falling to Earth,
Nor the moon whispering in my ear
Could free me of the impending doom
Of the twelfth hour, if he's not here

What agony! will God hear my prayer,
Or into my heart thrust a spear?
The hour hand of the clock slowly crawls...
Nearing midnight.... but he's not here

But the fount of mercy doesn't flow,
My bitter cup, devoid of cheer;
As I draw the drapes, here comes the storm,
Midnight arrives, and he's not here

The clock's message echoes through the night,
Trying to provoke one more tear;
The steady ticking tells me that he's
Not here..... not here..... not here.....

Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness

Comments about The Clock by Lora Colon

  • Stephen Katona (11/2/2017 7:50:00 AM)

    But all with be forgiven if he gets there by five minutes past 12 with a hurried excuse about midnight hour's traffic...This is a powerful poem on love and longing. Love the 'starless ceiling' and 'bitter cup, devoid of cheer'. (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (10/20/2017 3:17:00 PM)

    Nearly Midnight And He's Not There …..[fantasy; Loneliness; Deadline; Inspired By Lora Colon's Poem On P H: The Clock] - Poem by Bri Edwards

    How your mind races as you await your true lover!
    You lie shivering and primed beneath your bed cover.
    Shivering with sexual tension, you stare at your clock, ….
    …..whose face stares back and spouts: ‘Tick-tock, Tick-tock'.

    What will happen if he's not there by ‘stroke of midnight'?
    That he'll never show up fills you with a horrible fright!

    Eleven-thirty. He's not there; your heart pounds in your chest.
    So …..turn on TV to reruns of: …..Father Knows Best!

    One minute to twelve. Does the clock smirk AND ‘stare you down'?
    Does its incessant ‘Tick-tock' make you feel …like a clown?

    Then GRAB your clock and disarm it! ! That's your solution
    …..to keep midnight ‘at bay' and kill Tick-tock pollution.

    [I'm waiting.]

    Feeling better now?

    (October 19th 2017)
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  • Bri Edwards (10/19/2017 9:56:00 PM)

    The steady ticking tells me that he's
    Not here..... not here..... not here.....

    damn. that (above) is all i salvaged from my comment which disappeared! ! !

    i'll try to recreate!

    i'll probably run out of time tonight.
    Favorite lines:
    “The steady ticking tells me that he's
    Not here..... not here..... not here.....”

    Robert needs a kick in his cajones**.

    ** Spanish slang for something he probably no longer needs anyway!

    As Midnight Approaches

    I'LL GET BACK TO THIS. if i don't, remind me.................please. my poem was (of course) so GOOD, as was yours.

    bri :)

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  • Robert Murray Smith (6/19/2017 4:06:00 PM)

    Your poem is well penned. It evokes loneliness. Avoid cliches in your poems.+++10

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2017

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