Saturday, June 18, 2011

Veneta Donaldson: "The Clock"

Veneta Donaldson on a cruise, c. 1980

Here she is, 30 years later, on a cruise--no more "hither and thither," but she's still having fun.

The Clock
by Veneta Donaldson

The clock controls my busy day
And slowly ticks my life away.
It hangs upon my study wall
Not caring for my plight at all.

Inexorable tyranny
That sways the hours' destiny –
And yet without that pallid face
Time still would ply its ruthless pace.

The next poem in this series can be found here The Answer.

This is part of a series of poems by Veneta Donaldson. A brief bio and the beginning of the series can be found here: Veneta Donaldson: A Poet in the Family.

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