When The Clock Strikes
2 August, 2006
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
The clock struck four
And I looked for you
But you were not there
For you were only a memory
Had you ever been real
Were you but a wisp of a dream
Somehow I hear you
From time to time
A voice in my mind
Guiding me
Directing my path
But are you real
Perhaps once
Perhaps someday
Perhaps when the clock strikes twelve
I will look for you
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Meridian (72.82.89.202) -- Thursday, August 3 2006, 06:41 pm When the clock strikes....lovin' this one! |
| barb (67.58.200.141) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 03:50 am I sense you are missing someone you love in this.Did I interpret it right. or am I way off? |
| Dreamer (75.16.225.36) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 01:42 pm you are sort of right. I wrote this after watching an old movie "The Ghost and Mrs Muir" |
| BARB (67.58.199.97) -- Friday, August 4 2006, 03:54 pm I got the part right about no longer here, a ghost lol |
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