Tuesday, July 30, 2013

The Clockmaker

After taking some time off, I think it's time to get back to one poem per week.  It's a good way to keep my mind in shape.  Homophones!

The Clockmaker

It was
In eight
Spinning gears
Spin in jeers
Wrapped around
Rapt, a round
Ever brassy sun

It was just an
Or are we
Clocked work too?
Clogged, work to
Free springs
Freeze brings
No discomfort
Notice comfort
Swings like pendulums

Incomprehensible loops
In comprehensible loupe
The counter waits
The counterweights
Raise him to his feet

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