This Poem was Submitted By: James C. Horak On Date: 2013-09-10 19:53:45 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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A Clump of Metal

It was a Rolex Submariner balled up on my wrist                     and sliding Trading trading half my life away                   for that time grinding And the art, oddities, rarities, gem stones    The eye of a savant meant nothing Stories were told all those   estate sales                               yard sales                               garage sales Most all sad Wealth soured Diligence paid                       in age to death One day it came    the first times the knees                          ached on waking My lot   only a savant would know its                                worth Dispersed to the winds of ignorance             lot by lot in hurried liquidation

Copyright © September 2013 James C. Horak

This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2013-10-11 19:52:16
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Liked your allegories and choice of verbiage. A look into the soul of the author perhaps, or maybe a statement of things to come that we all must face. You give the reader cause to ponder--and then perhaps a chance to sigh. Most enjoyable, good stuff. Lora

This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2013-09-27 14:29:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
A Rolex Submariner is a very beautiful watch but I believe I get the central meaning of this poem. If as we get old we realize the exact value of all our wealth.........nothing.
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2013-09-25 19:42:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
The first thing that comes to mind is the infamous gold Rolex given to someone for a life of working. The top notch prize for a life given to one job. Yet this has a sad reflection to it with leaning toward someone who knew the expertise they had was not given enough in gain and time slipped by to a point where they no longer wanted it nor needed it? and sold it all to people who had no idea what they were buying. The spacing is different it causes me to pause so I imagine you intended that to make it stand out which it does. Nicely written, Deni
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2013-09-13 02:08:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
JCH, Aging and its hardware. This is rich in its resonance of life. Shit, I sound like a hallmark drunk on its schoolday memories of Shakespeare. I deeply liked this one. MSS
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