that clock ticking in time to our hearts beating
our muscles flexing, our topsy-turvy living of lives
while moon drips pewter mist below the hemispheres,
the stars are numberless and dependable and the
sun rises and sets and rises again, a hope-filled forever
tick tock, the heart,
no more beats in time
cardiac arrest
what then, I wonder,
probably just another day,
a day like any other
with the moon spilling golden light across the galaxy,
the stars unaccountably brilliant, cut and polished gems
and you in the Light always ascending, forevermore radiant
“Like the sun, only when you set in the west can you rise in the east.”
© 2017, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
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Stunning poem. My favourite line was “while moon drips pewter mist below the hemispheres”. So beautiful 🙂 x
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Thank you for telling me that.
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A powerfully written peom with so many descriptives that touched my heart.
I can only wish to write words that effectively impact another whose eyes come upon them. You are a master crafter of words. Thank you for your brilliant writing.
Isadora 😎
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This one really hit home with me. It is beautifully written, thoughtful and filled with meaning. I was very sick for quite some time before I actually went into heart failure. I was on antibiotics and told I should be fine but five weeks in my heart failed me. My heart now actually does have a ‘tick tick’ sound much like a clock as my synthetic heart valve sounds that way. I call it my clock. Thank You!
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Thank you for sharing that experience, Renee.
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Lovely poem. I have the very same Irises growing in my garden and flowering now.
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Thank you! I so enjoy these irises.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Wow! Beautifully written and is dripping with synesthesia, metaphor, and imagery, and well constructed as ‘clockwork’. Brilliant!
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Thank you for taking the time to say so. Pleased you enjoyed it.
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