what’s that i hear?


time, that beautiful handmaiden
whispered in my ear:

you gotta get going baby
you gotta get going
death is near

but i’ve got songs to write
sweet melodic words to pen
surely it must be a sin
to die with them within?

then you gotta write baby
you gotta write
get those words down on a page
act them out on the stage

oh time, my sweet, won’t
you love me more?
i’ll pen a phrase, turn a word or two
in honour of your amour

i can’t baby i can’t
you have what time you have
and no more

(knock, knock)

what’s that i hear?

tis death knocking at the door

 – c.lowe


  1. Beaman April 6, 2007 at 6:22 pm

    This is very good. It has a classical ring to it which you’ve developed extremely well. Great ending!

  2. Clay Lowe April 7, 2007 at 6:02 pm

    Thanks Beaman.

  3. Anndi April 21, 2007 at 5:55 pm

    Lovely dear friend.. Thank you for sharing your talent with us.

    Big kiss

  4. gautami May 24, 2007 at 11:19 am

    It smoothly flows. Nothing jarring.

  5. liz elayne May 24, 2007 at 1:39 pm

    i like how she talks to you with endearments…that gave the poem a different kind of rhythm as i read it aloud.

  6. chicklegirl May 24, 2007 at 3:52 pm

    This poem has a flirtacious quality I love, that makes the ending have a lot more punch.

  7. Beth May 24, 2007 at 4:30 pm

    Oh wow…that makes me want to accomplish something today…time doesn’t stop does it??


  8. Clay Lowe May 24, 2007 at 9:31 pm

    The voice I had in my head when I wrote this was Jamie Lee Curtis playing a prostitute in Trading Places, specifically the scene where she is feeling up Dan Akroyd.


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