A ticking clock
That starts and stops
Smiles and bows
Then stops and starts again
Its hands are jagged things
Which with each
Passing second brings
Within reach
Lobotomisation to the brain
Such matter allows
The starts and stops
Of a ticking clock.
An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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