O'Clock She Comes
a poem
My stomach churns as your dappled ray heats
my doubled sauna back, my neck, my head.
Relentless, grinding, twisting me it beats
my heart as well, 'til I am nearly dead.
....
Comfort for such as me is just a dream
that I dare not close either eye to see.
For when I do, it's only you agleam,
pounding your granite fists on little me.
....
But time wheels on and you fall from your grace,
for even you cannot escape your fate.
As I endure our never-ending race,
a rat I am; I bide my time and wait.
....
O'clock she comes, her gift my sweet respite,
my darling, tender sweet, my gentling night.
About the Creator
Ward Norcutt
Playwright and poet.
My goal as a writer is to write thoughtful pieces of prose, poetry and stage plays. Hopefully, the end results are entertaining and engaging, with layers of meaning that make sense to the whole or a theme therein.
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Comments (3)
the first two lines...there's no escape for the speaker, it still finds him through the shade. and it is singular - specific, as if it is focussed on only him. it hits his head and neck and back doubled(over?) he is inundated - whelmed...this is quitethe start to a short epic piece..and the last two lines!
Beautiful language. I loved the last two lines so much :) What a talent you have with words.
Very nice. Bring on the night.