Statuesque Clocks Poem by Jinjah Man
Statuesque Clocks
you have a timepiece
you hold it in your hand
one niggling attribute
it slips thru like sand.
you are all but forgiven
you are but a speck in the spectrum
one niggling attribute
falling off the radar's white emblem
like a wasp anaesthesized in ether.
STOP and think parsimoniously
of withholding ticks-&-tocks
savoured momentarily
to mould the silences
into statuesque clocks.
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5/2/2024 9:00:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In an original way, especially... 'you are all but forgiven you are but a speck in the spectrum one niggling attribute falling off the radar's white emblem'