Poem -
Unplugged Clocks
Unplugged clocks make the time go by slower
The hours by pass by
Tick. Tock.
I am growing older
But she treats me like a child
Plugging in clocks, speeding time
One o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock, four.
Unplugged clocks
Spread across the floor
She plugs them in
She judges me
Carelessness for lack of not keeping track of time
She leaves
The clocks blinks
12:00..Â
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Jeez Katelyn, I don't mean to seem like a sychophant but recognising and portraying that feeling like you're stuck in time, like time is moving forward but you're not and the judgement from your parents that can sometimes stunt growth and progression, even push you in the wrong direction. Once again succinct, but perceptive when handling a complex concept.
Marc,Â
You're not taking advantage of me by understanding the clear meaning behind my poetry. That's exactly what my poetry is intended to do, it's supposed to give the reader a clear meaning by the end. Unplugged Clocks is probably the best of pieces that portrays that the clearest where each reader interprets it the same.Â
Thank you for your interest in my poetry.Â
KatelynÂ
I think it's quite mature to have such clarity in your art. Though art invariably has different meaning to each reader, viewer, listener. Â
Thank you for the complement Marc.Â