All Comments on 'Chronology'

This piece has such amazing progression. It makes me feel the steps of a tragic situation like the ticking of your clock. Deep curtseys.

and this is a very good poem. I'd either take all punctuation out or apply it everywhere. And this would make a really good illustrated poem, just sayin. :-) Your poem has been recommended in today's new poems reviews on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum.

Excellent. It was great reading each step in the building of a new timepiece.

I have read this time and again. I can feel the hands narrowing on the face of the clock, spinning so fast forward that they seem to be going backwards, until you look up and it's closer to midnight. This is a great poem that illustrates how years can be measured in heartbeats and how memory can compress even the slowest moving hour into a mere minute, or second, or less.

<br>Let it be said,<br>

you are not dead, you,<br>

who writes thus of blooded tubes<br>

and screaming mishapes<br>

that yawn into the beckoning<br>

abyss afronting our vain desires<br>

and those that are clean with prim.<br><br>

You rage freshly<br>

into that Welshman's night;<br>

bring newness to our ageless<br>

lament on our unforgiving mortality.<br>

Let it be said, too, you<br>

blanket us in richness<br>

with this verse, thankfully. <br>