Saturday, February 4, 2017

Poem: The Clock by Debbie Dixon

The Clock

There is a sound in the distance
The distant sound of the clock
The clock that hampers our resistance
Resistance to be free of the flock

The flock of all who are weary
Weary and crying to be liberated
Liberated from all that is dreary
Dreary as the chore that is delegated

Delegations of the deputations
Deputations that are not themselves free
Free of the clock in the distance
Distant sounds that ensnare you and me

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