Jack Growden

Rookie - 278 Points (1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Four White Walls - Poem by Jack Growden

Upon a blank white wall
A broken clock ticks,
Though time has not stopped
It’s a pleasant mirage
Once one forgets
It’s shy of six.

Genuine soothing rest
Is disturbed by time,
Or at least the thought
Of it and future woes
Which come to haunt
At a clock’s chime.

So that clock resides on
A wall of white paint -
No coincidence -
Which is accompanied
By three others,
Simple; not quaint.

Thus I could visit lush
Fields and waterfalls
And pretend I’m cleansed.
Though clarity is found
Here, in this room
With four white walls.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Copyright Jack Growden,2014.

Comments about Four White Walls by Jack Growden

  • Bronze Star - 2,698 Points Anthony Di''anno (3/20/2014 9:13:00 AM)

    I too enjoyed the imagery. I dislike clocks listening to them tick reminds me of what it is like to be imprisoned.

    Well written. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 278 Points Jack Growden (3/17/2014 8:37:00 PM)

    Again, many thanks Mike (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 753 Points Mike Barrett (3/16/2014 9:25:00 AM)

    Loved the imagery - loved the poem. Cheers! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 27, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 13, 2014


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