.. .

The old clock is ticking by the wall of past regrets

A redwood clock of metal parts with a heavy winder

It sticks sometime like crushed pepper in the throat

Old Jon Rutherford of the brotherhood can mend them

.. .

To set the clock you must climb upon the mending steps

Open up the back to view the gubbins and the metal parts

This place of many starts but the clock is old and fragile

Our honest indecision lost in this labrynth of precision

.. .

Old Jon has an oil can, knows the soul as much as any man

He’ll tinker with your tock when the pendulum has stopped

Climb the wooden steps to view or kneel to say a prayer

Wisdom is a canvas bag of tools not a book of wooden rules

.. .


About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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