The the clock hides its
face with pointing
hands so it will not
be witness to the
secret time when
everything is
probable and
nothing is real
It holds its breath
ticking, tocking as
quietly as possible
trying to avoid the
stares of fading
phantasms hiding
in the shadows
rhymeswithbug 
2 AM is that time when the veil draws thin. And anything is possible. And perhaps not everything is real.
Ha on the clock hiding its face.
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Oh I DO love this one–‘specially the phantasms.
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Ah, it does seem that everything is possible at 2 a.m., doesn’t it?? Except if one ponders too long the phantasms in the shadows.
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All kinds of stuff hiding in the shadows at 2am, that’s for sure. 😉
Need to fix your “its.”
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Thanks. Darn that auto correct. “Its fixed” 😉
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YES. Dontcha just love it when Mr. Otto Correct tries to fix something, and he’s actually kinda illiterate? Stupid jerk. I’d fire him, if I didn’t need him sometimes.
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Actually, “its” is correct, for “it’s” is not possessive,, just short for “it is”.
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I like the picture this poem paints – phantasms, clocks hiding their faces, everything is probably and nothing is real…..wonderful poem.
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Thanks
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the night brings forth a new freedom that can’t be found in the day… at least for me. I like to look for those phantoms
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Mmm, alliteration is one of my favorite devices. In a way, it makes me think, “Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” Oh, that everything was probably.
AB
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The metaphysicians do not believe in fear in/for the darkness. We, as co-creators of the Universe, can only give demons power if we believe in them; like we “believe” that matter has mass, & so we can no longer pass our hand through it; but the truth is out there.
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The clock hiding its face.. I would love if it did. For me its blaring at two am. Maybe setting out to be awake.
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Oh, what an atmosphere you create!
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Thanks
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you’ve captured the power of the imagination here… nice
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Thanks
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Beautiful thoughts streaming…wow…& how i wish that the clock hides that face forever 🙂
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I think you’ve ;summed it up beautifully.
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So true.. the clock never knowsNow.. twilight of lucid dreaming.. awake lives in 2am hours..
of witness brew.. that no one sees.. but the artist true..:)
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Perhaps a continuance of the witching hour?
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Love the idea that the clock hides it’s face with it’s hands. I also enjoyed the shape of this poem and how it progressed. 🙂
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Yes, so much seems possible at 2 am, when it is not yet time to do anything. I enjoyed your take on the prompt.
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Why, when we wake in the night, do we always want to know what time it is? Love this poem of “everything is probable and nothing is real”
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Thanks 🙂
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Love the idea of the clock face hiding behind pointing hands…brilliant!
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Thanks so much!
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