The Clock
 

Counting down
To the transpiring
Of the circumstantial,
The coiled spring
On the threshold
Of unravelling.
Unknowing
Uncertain
What the new year
will bring.
Heartache
Or Happiness,
PAD
Or PAE,
Hopes, Dreams
Fulfilled,
Or a shattering
Of illusions.
The clock works
Wound up tight,
Palatable tension
Marking the passage
One year passes
Another pursues.
Vibrating resonances,
Certainty,
Anxiety,
Expectation,
Fears;
Recoil
Merging
Awaiting
In the tangibility
Of possibilities;
Silent
The impending moment
Is deafening!

Pretty good! Nice implementation of PAD, haha!

:) Thx MiB!

A really great poem. Does an excellent job of creating the feeling of a tension, a build up of everything that has preceeded.

Like waiting for a dam that is creaking and cracking, to finally burst.

I like it, I'll try and think of it on New Year's eve...

...if I'm sober anyway.