A broken clock keeps no time
As I lay here awake
Time moves at it’s own pace
No faster, no slower
And I watch the time passing
Waiting for the tick
Praying for the tock
But knowing in my heart
It won’t come again
It’s the missing
The wanting
The needing
That keeps me prisoner
In this sleepless land
So I wait
And I watch
As time passes
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved
“Time moves at its own pace” – so true and never as slow or as fast as you want it to go! Wonderful poem.
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I’m glad that you enjoyed it Leigha, thank you. 😊
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You’e welcome!
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Just keep watching.
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Abd waiting.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Great poem, Walt!! Love poems about time! So much we don’t know! Bravo!
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Thanks you once again my friend, and thanks for the reblog 🙂
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Always a pleasure to share your words with followers!!
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I really liked the picture and words.
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Thank youn Bryan.
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Beautiful and Sad. I really like this one, Walt!
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Thanks so much Susan! How are you doing?
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I am a bit under water, but it is in many ways an ocean of my own creation, so at least I know how to navigate the waters. I have been working on some very difficult pieces that have pulled me into the depths, but I always climb out. Thank you for asking, my friend!
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I know those depths, and they can be draining and turbulent. You’ll make it my friend. Go for a hike, it seems to help clear your mind ☺ Hugs & Love!
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Oh, Walt….I love this!
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Thanks so much Claudia! I’m so glad you love it! ☺
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I really like this one!
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Thank you for reading and commenting Sindhuja ☺
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Outstanding poem Walt!!!
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
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I just went to your blog and have advice. You write very well, but for me, your heavy and sporadic use of words in Bold make it very difficult to read and in my opinion is a distraction. Just some constructive criticism.
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Brilliant poem, Walt. A favourite I think!
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Thank you Arbie! How are you and your ferrets? 😊
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We’re good thanks! How are you and all the pups?! 🙂
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I’m ok and dogs are fine. We’re adopting 2 more small we don’t know whats from our local shelter. Some bastard dropped a litter of about 6 very young dogs in the woods. Our two will be ready to come home with us at the end of the month. It’s what we do. We’re rescuers. 😊
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Enjoyed your poem about the broken clock. We all have tricks when we awake during the night. Obviously, yours involved counting and the clock as a former banker. I began my teaching career many moons ago at Tennessee Technological University as a German prof, newly minted and continued for almost 50 years as I moved to VA and later NY. I loved the four seasons in TN outside Cookeville way up in the hills. Nature provided a much needed respite from teaching and driving 2000 miles per month to Nashville where I earned two more of my German degrees at Vanderbilt. Thank you for the thought-provoking post.
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Thank you for reading and commenting Dr. 😊 I live abiut 30 miles east of Cookeville, 20 in miles north of Crossville in Clarkrange. Where are you in NY? Thanks again!
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Upstate in a suburb of Syracuse. My husband is from Mineola and has a home in Southampton where our daughter resides. I know the area in TN quite well and had friends in McMinville. Beautiful country. Thank you for the comment. Stop by again for a visit on my blog. https://drniemczura.wordpress.com
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I grew up in a small town called Lisle, NY, not too far from Syracuse. My dad was a minister and we also lived in Westport on Lake Champlain, Staten Island, where I graduated from Wagner College. I also lived just outside of Keeseville in Ausable Chasm. I’m off to check your blog. ☺
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Wow, small world. I am MA born and moved to CO when I was 10. Studied three years at the U. of Heidelberg, Germany. Travel is the best education! Where was your father a minister?
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He was the Pastor of the Westport Federated Church in Westport from 1949-1952, and again there from 1969-1984. He was the Director of the Congregational Christian Conference Center in Lisle from 1951 – 1960, and Pastor of the Oakwood Heights Community Church on Staten Island from 1960-1969. He retired in 1984.
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Kudos. I sometimes sing with the DeWitt Community Church Choir. Are you a similar church?
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Dad started as an Advent Christian but switched to Congregational.The Westport Church was part Methodist, part Baptist and Non-Denominational. The Oakwood Heights Community Church was also Non-Denominational.
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Interesting information. Thanks. Chilly outdoors with a colorful blanket of leaves now. The first real snow is on the way here. I don’t recall much snow during my years in TN.
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Not much snow since we’ve lived here the last 13 years. That’s ok with me ☺
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We have excellent snow removal in Upstate NY. Not so in the southern states.
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True.
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A poem that perfectly describes my hours of insomnia. Bravo Walt.
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Thank you Drew. Sorry to hear about your insomnia though 😦
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Part of life and pain. It was a good read.
Have a great day.
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You too.
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Love the tick tock .
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Thank you Sadje 😊
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Pleasure 😊
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Indeed it is Ivor! A classic song for two classic and classy poets!
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Time Is On our side, dear Walt
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