by Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again

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Our Clock

June 10, 2007 05:46 AM EDT

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Hourglass 01 of 07

Our Clock

tick tock tick tock

heart beats thudding

with the clock

tick tock tick tock

time is passing

tick tock tick

heart beats thud thud

thud with the clock

seconds and minutes

tick tock thud thud

grow into hours striking

bong bong bong bong

hours now tumbling

bong bong bong

into lost days falling

tick bong thud years growing long

heart beats once so strong

tick bong thud tock

fading with days short

before nights falling long

all lives hang

on ticking clock

striking bong tock thud

sounding knell of time

tick tock thud bong

the clock is slowing

slow tock tick thud bong

silence

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Comments: 33

elizabeth e. Jun 10, 2007, 6:06am EDT

...as with the beat of our heart...that's why we have to make hay while it's still beating strong!

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 10, 2007, 6:20am EDT

And may you make much hay, Elizabeth!

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Jay M. Jun 10, 2007, 8:01am EDT

I like it.

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www.simurl.com/mocnas visit website Jun 10, 2007, 8:13am EDT

Good post. Keep it up

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Faith H. Jun 10, 2007, 3:05pm EDT

Magi, the beat and the tempo carried me along with a light tapping of finger. Like sands through the hourglass......

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Wilma M. Jun 10, 2007, 3:32pm EDT

Love this. My breathing was slowing as I progressed further down the lines, until I was holding my breath when I got to 'silence'.

You have a wonderful writing talent. I'm so glad I happened across you here on Gather.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 10, 2007, 8:15pm EDT

Thank you, Jay.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 10, 2007, 8:16pm EDT

Thank you, Manish - six to go in this series.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 10, 2007, 8:18pm EDT

Yes, Faith, like sands through the hourglass - and thank you.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 10, 2007, 8:21pm EDT

Wilma, whatever you do, don't choke. LOL And thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you found me - a new friend is always nice to meet.

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Sheila Deeth Jun 10, 2007, 8:29pm EDT

Loved the tempo. Steady, breaking, ending. Inevitable but not quite sad. Nice one.

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maria (lurking in the shadows of the night) B. Jun 10, 2007, 8:32pm EDT

Love the ending "Silence" A finality we don"t look forward to. Well written Magi. (as usual)

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 10, 2007, 8:44pm EDT

Thank you, Sheila. There can be tranquility in silence; and it does not mean oblivion.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 10, 2007, 8:46pm EDT

Maria, my friend, thank you as well. The finality of death in this world merely means a change of form in order to leave the world and move on.

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Pat M. Jun 10, 2007, 10:09pm EDT

Well done Magi. I agree with Sheila about the tempo.
Loved it.

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Beryl Singleton Bissell Jun 11, 2007, 11:31am EDT

This reminds me of a song I learned in second grade about Grandfather's Clock that always made me cry "but it stopped, short, never to sound again, when the old man died."

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mona d. Jun 12, 2007, 11:08am EDT

i love the sounds you evoke...and the feel of change as opposed to an ending. i'm looking forward to the rest of the series, m'dear.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 13, 2007, 12:00am EDT

Thank you very much, Pat.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 13, 2007, 12:02am EDT

Marianne, time can indeed be an ominous bomb if we give power to it by believing that we are mortal bodies. As spirits, time is but a toy for us.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 13, 2007, 12:03am EDT

Beryl, I had totally forgotten about that song - I also learnt it when young.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 13, 2007, 12:05am EDT

Thank you very much, Mona. Please do come and read the rest of the series - a mixed bag, as you'll find.

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William Dotani Jun 13, 2007, 8:56am EDT

As we rush to our final doom. Love the time progression. Quite gloomy, but more than apt for reality. What I like best is you making that so simple a very creative poem.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 13, 2007, 10:10pm EDT

Thank you William.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 13, 2007, 10:11pm EDT

And thank you as well, Cindy. It was such a clock I had in mind.

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DARCEY D. Jun 14, 2007, 6:31am EDT

Lovely Magi,
A very rhythmical flowing little poem, the pace seemed to pick up and then slow dramatically before the final silence, Having restored quite a few Grandfather clocks over the years ,that was the image that came to mind ,and I felt for it when it stopped. Well Done .
Darcey D.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 14, 2007, 6:47am EDT

Thank you very much, Darcy. A grandfather clock was what I had in mind.

You really are a craftsman to be able to restore them - I think it'd be fascinating to do.

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Aileen F. Jun 17, 2007, 10:03pm EDT

This reminds me of a Twilight Zone episode where the man believes when his clock stocks ticking, so will he. I love the varying of the sounds of the clock.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jun 18, 2007, 4:37am EDT

Thank you, Aileen. Our tiny lifespans in this world aren't even sands through the hourglass. Time hasn't even as much as noticed the blink that we were here.

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John F Walter Jul 6, 2007, 8:23pm EDT

¨Onomatopoeia explored sensitively in phase shifts as the finitude of time, the ¨lost days falling¨repeating in these sound patterns that annihilate experiences that never took place because something took their place, all textured in this space of words that you inhabit with your sometimes wistful, other times sad, always omniscient and deeply wise voice, Magi. This is a painfully splendid invention, and brings to mind both the doleful sonic ambience of Poe´s THE BELLS and the mysterious apprehension that Falkner had of time as well that has influenced so many writers, among them Carlos Fuentes and Gabriel Garcia Marques as well as the Australian author of BLISS, Peter Carey: ¨As spirits, time is just a toy for us.¨

I´ve only read two so far, Magi, but I find this Hourglass sequence is one of your best series of poems yet. In fact, masterly.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jul 7, 2007, 5:52am EDT

John, thank you so much for your in-depth comments to this, the start of the series. I always look forward to your insights and depth of understanding - these are invaluable feedback for me. Truly!

And thank you for the huge compliment.

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