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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!
©2003-2010 ~philosophe
:iconphilosophe:

Author's Comments

A humorous elegy (without the elegiac couplets).

But yea, I really do miss my pocket watch. It had been with me for a while.

Latin (and I've been doing this a lot lately, switching into Latin or Italian for a line or two when I'm writing, imitating various influences) is translated as: "O Gods, save me from Chaos!".

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:icontalyessin:
Says so much more than is placed inside the words; very fine piece of writing. :sing:

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:iconjustanumber:
A sad thing i say. I have great respect for the art of time keeping. I hope you understand.



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Music. Beautiful, beautiful music.</i?
:iconareincarnation:
first poem i've read today which i've liked.

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. :) (Smile) though i suspect it was incorporated for pretentious padding, i still liked this poem.

ncie one

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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.

but who cries for the tuna?
:icontragic-prose:
Simply delightful. It's elegant with a slight tint of humour... very enjoyable. I did read this one in my head and then out loud which I don't always do. :) (Smile)

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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"
:iconwildmonky:
Literature at it's finest.
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
:iconfreakera:
A great poem. I skipped the description and read this, and I really just had to laugh (especially at the visual of an estrange man, staring at his broken pocket watch on the ground, falling to his knees, and shouting "O Divi, Chao me liberate!")

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.
:iconignite:
heh. this made me grin. i love the light-hearted subject matter and your words flow in to one another with grace. excellent imagery and descriptions. very clever.

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