The sole constant in my shifts from one place to another are the tick tocks of clocks


Pendulous swings




To unwind
I go to wind
a different clock
in a different house
a different country too


When wound
it wounds the silence
with markers
akin to the
death-beetles seesaw
through the old wood
in this house or that


I wind
and I remove
myself
only to return
to another house
where the clocks
have run out of spring

The constancy of tick and tock
depends on
the time I have
to travel to each house
in order to rewind
the measurer
of quickly
unavailable time



Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2009-07-26 at 15:38

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J. E.
A clever writer indeed. I really like your style.
2009-10-14


Lavender
Ah, cleverness flowing in a stream of wit and wisdom. I like this poem very, very much.

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2009-08-01


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A good poem , ack and forth , hear and thear runing walkeing stood still , but time go's on at its on speed .

Ken ( D Williams )

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2009-07-26


NicholasG
Good to see you back Teddy, with such a timely poem.
Enjoyed, Nick.

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2009-07-26