When I’m Gone

Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompt

Golden Shovel -using the first line, “a child on a silver bicycle”, from Billy Collins’ poem Traffic

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When I’m Gone

what will happen to my things? a
box of toys from when I was a child
my grandmother’s clock that sat on
her mantle, mother’s jewelry in a
box made of silver
and my old blue bicycle

At 2 AM

image

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