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Array ( [sid] => 104008 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Breaking of th Grandfather Clock [time] => 2005-08-20 12:46:24 [hometext] => -Awaiting criticism.- [bodytext] => The curling ivy creeps,
As though the sun shone.
It had seemed to cease to be,
Never again to impose.

And still it creeps,
Leaving none alone!

The spiders built their webs,
and dust called this place home.
Ballets had been performed-
Masterpieces had been shown.

Always the ivy Death does creep,
Like a presence demanding to be known.

This house will never again see moonlight,
Thus like a convict with his last meal.
And here, a fatal ball swings,
As did the pendulum of the clock.

And down the walls go,
Like the coffin lowered long ago.

If only this could be put back together. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Aeturos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

The Breaking of th Grandfather Clock

Contributed by Aeturos on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 12:46:24 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

The curling ivy creeps,
As though the sun shone.
It had seemed to cease to be,
Never again to impose.

And still it creeps,
Leaving none alone!

The spiders built their webs,
and dust called this place home.
Ballets had been performed-
Masterpieces had been shown.

Always the ivy Death does creep,
Like a presence demanding to be known.

This house will never again see moonlight,
Thus like a convict with his last meal.
And here, a fatal ball swings,
As did the pendulum of the clock.

And down the walls go,
Like the coffin lowered long ago.

If only this could be put back together.

Copyright © Aeturos ... [ 2005-08-20 12:46:24]
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Re: The Breaking of th Grandfather Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 01:36:21 PM AEST
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I detest the ravaging of historic buildings. They have such special manner and personality about them. I see nothing to criticize here but that maybe you could have given us a little more history of the building, giving it more life. Death is death though and there is no coming back, sadly.

Rita

Re: The Breaking of th Grandfather Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 08:33:35 PM AEST
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This is really good, but sad. It's sad that things and places once well loved collect dust and are destroyed.

Re: The Breaking of th Grandfather Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 20th August 2005 @ 10:12:04 PM AEST
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Oh wow, very nice visuals here.. I am glad I found you. Nice writer.. I love it. lots of goodies in your writing..

So sad.. it feels terrible, when I go back to find some building where I once either lived in, or work in, and it is not there.. not even the ivy..

I like how you choke the sun from getting through.. and the moon.. losing its luster.. The spiders and webs really make it dark, lonely, empty, vacant..

Yesssss!!! just like death.. death trap... last meal.. wow.. this is a magnificent piece of work here.. I need to go see what else you have written in your library.. what lurks upon your shelves...

Got your name penned.. I shall be back..

Your reader friend,

Raquel Leah.. ; ))

Re: The Breaking of th Grandfather Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by robertdavidson on Tuesday, 23rd August 2005 @ 01:04:03 AM AEST
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Some very sensitive writing here and some beautiful imagery. But I could have done with a bit more description of the house. This poem is good. I like it.

Robert Davidson.

Re: The Breaking of th Grandfather Clock (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflygirl40 on Monday, 21st November 2005 @ 08:36:38 AM AEST
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Nice Write I also like this poem,,, I also

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