Friday, April 3, 2015


We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and a mystery.  -H.G. Wells

I dread the ticking of the clock,
it dogs my steps, it shreds my wits,
and stabs my life with each tick-tock.
I dread the ticking of the clock
it’s both a weapon and a lock.
that snips my future into bits.
I dread the ticking of the clock,
it dogs my steps and shreds my wits.

This is my poem for Day #3 of PAD.  I got the idea of writing a "machine poem" from Robert Brewer of Writer's Digest where he is providing a prompt each day of April. 


  1. Love this Triolet!! It beats with the ticking rhythm of a clock. Well done!

  2. This reminds me of Poe for some reason--always a good thing! And it's wonderful to live a life where the clock is not the master--it just takes so long to get there.

  3. Just rock around the clock and step on it, break the thing

  4. It dogs my steps as well! Love that line!