empty house the deaths hiding in the clock
—Ernest Wit
Issue 13.3 | 5 February 2014
All our deaths are hiding in the clock…
Wonderful poem.
…the heart beats, the clock ticks, slow march to the inevitable end.
Very gothic – an enjoyable one, Ernest.
marion
Good one. Strong and striking. This will stick with me.
Just as in the old grandfather clock my Polish grandparents put all their old records- birth, death, marriage certificates. Clever haiku!
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February 5th, 2014 at 9:21 am
All our deaths are hiding in the clock…
Wonderful poem.
February 5th, 2014 at 1:25 pm
…the heart beats, the clock ticks, slow march to the inevitable end.
February 12th, 2014 at 8:31 am
Very gothic – an enjoyable one, Ernest.
marion
February 13th, 2014 at 4:56 am
Good one. Strong and striking. This will stick with me.
June 17th, 2015 at 8:29 am
Just as in the old grandfather clock my Polish grandparents put all their old records- birth, death, marriage certificates. Clever haiku!