Today’s poem is late, but the day has been one of issues and distractions. The poem I wrote is a quirky, rhyming free verse that came out of the odd recesses of my brain. Enjoy.
Clockwork Fable
Can you hear the clocks, that tick, tick, tick?
The turning of the gears that click, click, click.
Shadows on wall that flick, flick, flick,
to the tapping of the hammer, quick, quick, quick.
The old man stoops,
at his tatty workbench
The old man smiles,
as he turns his wrench
He spreads on the grease, thick, thick, thick,
building out his monster, slick, slick, slick.
The turning of the gears that click, click, click,
Can you hear the clocks, that tick, tick, tick?
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