I see the pendulum sway in grace,
Abrupt than my own very pace,
All seems still and calm,
Perspiring temples and slick palm,
Halted by the blue,
Only to be met by a singing curlew,
The clock warned 9:59,
When those beady eyes caught mine,
I looked numb and apathetic,
It said, " Stop staring like a lunatic"
I pointed out my scars and bit,
It frowned and said, "Hold on a minute"
It promised to bring me a mend,
I beamed and cheered, "I just made a friend'
I relaxed happy with its spur,
And saw the seconds turn into forever,
I realized that It felt like a smack,
When the curlew never tried coming back.
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Wingless Dreams
Poésie|A poetry book | #1 in poemcollection _________________________________________________________________ "WHEN dreams don't ride the chariot to your wonderland, When hope tastes bland, And your tears start flowing like endless water streams, All y...
