c. delargy
Death of a Pocket Watch
You who most recently lived
Within my pocket,
Well-dressed hermit who would
Open with the snap
Of a snow covered branch and
So gladly simplify
The sun with Roman numerals,
My sad Prometheus,
Whose gears now lie open for
Vultures,
Your reassuring ticks
No longer
Echo
Through
My hip.
O Divi, Chao me liberate!
















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Music. Beautiful, beautiful music.</i?
it is warming to find someone who knows a litte about greek mythology, and i guess you know your classical philosophy as well.
but i find it hard to see why, in describing the loss of your watch, that you've incorporated prometeus. he was the wise titan who fooled zeus and had his liver peckd by vultures, but what does that really have to do with the poem?
if my memory serves me he was blessed with foresight, and a clock is a gauge of time, and thus foresight of the future, but still.
ncie one
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
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"The times it hurts when you cry
The times it hurts just to breathe
And then it seems like there's no-one left
And all you want is to sleep"
This could very easily be read into something more than it is.
" My sad Prometheus,
Whose gears now lie open for
Vultures,
Your reassuring ticks
No longer
Echo
Through
My hip."
that's amazing.
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All sapient beings evade what evolution shaped [them] for. --Larry Niven
But then I read the description, and then read the poem again, it seems to have many more layers- and is much more serious. Mainly because you stated that you sincerly missed the pocket watch. I have had 3 pocket watches in my day, and I miss them too. They're so much more convienant and comfortable to wear than a wrist watch- and whenever you have something like a pocket watch with you for prolonged periods of time, it seems that its a given that such non-living objects are charmed with meaning and life.
A great return from a long absence from writing! I have missed your poems greatly.
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