the_surreal_arts@Deviant Arts
Very rarely do I exceed the momentum
Of my meticulous morning routine
Noon finds me gluttonous and unwieldy
Night haggard and indistinct
So uncompromising the clock
For she spares not a single second.
Who shall serve my successor
When my kingdom of dust
Has found it reasonable to pass?
Will there even exist a niche to fill?
Or have I been too stingy to imprint?
mindlovemisery 
Good question. Maybe, given what restraint it takes to hold on, it’s better not to know who–not if–who sees and uses our pattern.
Somethings should probably remain a mystery haha
I can so relate to this, I start off pretty energetic in the morning, by lunchtime its fading and by evening it’s ‘who cares?’ LOL, great poem!! 🙂 🙂
Thanks Helen after dinner I am pretty much useless lol
Very reflessive…
What does reflessive mean? Is it like reflective and aggressive lol
Oops … I think I just did a literal transliteration from Italian to English: http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/translate/italian-english/riflessivo I think thought provoking would have been better or reflective. Sorry about that.
I thought it might be translation and thanks so much =)
solid piece…love the tone of this…and it sings as well…the opening line has hook…and the clock not sparing a second in contrast to you…its cool
Thank you very much Brian!
Awesome images.
Thank you =)
Very welcome.
Yes, I really like this poem, time does not forgive!
Thanks Leovi!
There’s a very ethereal feel to this that I find sort of soothing. Great write, as always!
Thanks so much CC
I relate to this so well. The dictats of time, the energy to live it, use it, be. And the clock still ticks. You capture the conundrum perfectly.x
Thank you so much!
Ah… sometimes words fail. It is just that I understand.. and I feel that too. You are a wonderfully expresssive poet. 🙂
Thank you kindly Anmol XD