poems

Heavy chimes

Heavy Chimes

07/06/17

It’s time which ticks by.

Heavy chimes like thick oily hollow eyes.

Black dye as tears cry.

Slowly falling ticking by.

 

Pools of ink, raising deep.

Imagination starts to sink.

Gloopy mud holding grip.

Can’t look away, waiting to slip.

 

She’s born and is at nursery.

She’s grown and won’t get off the phone.

Everything’s a secret and now she’s leaving home.

 

It’s time which ticks by.

Heavy chimes like thick oily hollow eyes.

Black dye as tears cry.

Slowly falling, ticking by.

 

Copyright G.P Williamson 2017

 

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