.. .

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'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
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