Sweeping Hands

Sweeping Hands
Form: Epistle Sonnet 3

Three brass hands moving while marking out time
Seconds drifting into minutes then hours
But never enough to release the chime
For the old clock’s music covered in grime
Releasing the sound is beyond my powers
I know I keep saying I’ll get it fixed
Because I’ve never heard its little song
Then I think, I like the silence it keeps
I think its chimes will make time seem too long
How will little bells change the time betwixt
The then and now, do I need the ding dong
To remind me of when in love we mixed
Just watching each hand as it slowly sweeps
Is enough to tell me how slow time creeps


3 thoughts on “Sweeping Hands

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s