Tick Tock, Broken Clock – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

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


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  1. 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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      1. 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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      2. 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.


      1. 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. 😊


      1. 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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