[Poem - With Recitation] - Tick Tock
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How cruel the clock, how pitiless,
That ticks and tocks away,
How dark my fate, how hideous,
When the clock takes you away.
How honest, time, but so unkind,
To certify the count,
But still I try, within my mind,
To add hours to the count.
These seconds fly like bullets shot,
And find their target, me,
And each one kills the time I've got,
Until you're gone from me.
I would sooner smash that evil clock,
And break the thieving hands of time,
Than listen to another tock,
Tick away our time.
The "time clock" image is used courtesy of a Creative Commons license, and is originally from here:
Thanks for reading and perhaps listening.
Great poem :)
I started to notice that I read them with your voice... is that a good or a bad thing? ;)
Ha-ha. Well, that is interesting! Hmmm, if I say it's bad it feels like I'm slighting myself in some way, but if I say it's good then I think I'm way too full of myself! :-)
My silent reading voice, which doesn't sound like me at all, has been the same for as long as I can remember. But it takes a particular effort of will to use someone else's and even then it feels like it's a bit more imagined than real. For example, I just re-read your comment using W.C Field's voice and to my inner ear it feels close, but not quite there. Perhaps I'm not a very good W.C. Fields impersonator. But anyway, as long as you are reading my stuff in my voice and you don't hear it when reading other, unrelated stuff, I'd say there's no cause for worry, especially if you can revert back to your own internal voice, even if you're reading something of mine. Can you do that?
Hey, I just realized I may have misunderstood your question...you do mean that you are reading them silently and it's your internal voice we are talking about, right? Because if you are reading them out loud in my voice...!
Thanks for your comment. Always appreciated.
You always great @bhmcintosh.
The poem was really Fantastic
Thank you!
I would sooner smash that evil clock,
And break the thieving hands of time,
Than listen to another tock,
Tick away our time.
I often feel I am racing it. Wonderful, wonderful write, BH:)
Me, too. Thanks, P.
Wow..!this is a wonderful poem..
Thanks for your comment.
How cruel the clock, how pitiless,
That ticks and tocks away,
How dark my fate, how hideous,
When the clock takes you away.
Fantastic--
Thank you very much!