Tuesday, June 11, 2013

A Poem for a challenge by Jean Yates


“Photography by Andrea C. Jenkins featured in Life Images 2008″:Hands


Clocks and Cars
by Jean Yates

Little guy doesn't know
clocks have hands;

He lives a digital life.
Pretty nailed  grandmamma
knows about clocks. She once
was a good mom and wife.

Her ring only fits on a big finger now,
Her hands have become frail and thin.
Little guy doesn't have any idea
as he shows how he makes the wheels spin.

Chubby hands,
Thin hands,
Clock hands
Wind down.

Red nails lose their lustre,
Hands of time have their bounds.

But love trumps
the time gig
As these two will show,
Love is forever,
That's all we need know.





here is the link to the challenge: deadline is June 30th xox jean

16 comments:

Pat Hatt said...

And that need
Is all we need to know indeed
Nicely spun
under your sun

Joan Tucker said...

love this..

Jean said...

Thank you, Pat, I am honored.
xox jean

Jean said...

Thank you Joan!!! I don't wrote poems but I loved the photo so much! xox jean

Margot Potter said...

Beautiful. Thank you.

Jean said...

Thank you, dear Margot xox jean

Naomi Rose Designs said...

Yes.
Love is forever.
Yes. Thank you.

Jean said...

Dear Rose, Thank YOU!
xox, jean

Marian Allen said...

I love this poem SO MUCH! It makes me think of my grandma, who always kept her nails so beautifully shaped and who taught me how to tell time on a "real" clock. I still won't have a digital watch, in honor of all the hours she put in on the project.

Thank you for the beautiful poem and the wonderful memories. <3

TLady said...

SUPER POEM!!!!!!!!! :)

Jean said...

Thank you so much Marian!
My Grandfather liked to watch Wagon Train. When we visited in Washington and I was very little, I would watch the clock for him. He would say, "tell me when the big hand is on 6 and the little hand is on 4." I would do this very carefully. I understood it was a very important job, and I would make the announcement very carefully and loudly. I was so proud to be able to do this.
Later as I grew older, I learned my Grandfather had served in both Wars (he was called back to duty by the Government in WWII and was a Colonel), was the captain of the Yale football team (he was a tackle), earning money in the summers back Nebraska as a wrestler in a travelling circus (many of his friends were early pro wrestlers), ans was a former Congressman from Nebraska, swept out with the "wets" during Prohibition by the "drys". Glad he wasn't a "Mugwump". Hahahaha! Delighted to see you Marian! O jave been busy with job hunts and the upcoming graduation of our son with autism, Dylan. I hope you join this competition--I have a link to it. Of course you will slaughter me but I won't mind because it is YOU!!!
love, jean xox

Jean said...

TLady: Super story on your BLOG! xoxoxox jean!

Zoe Byrd said...

I just read on the other comments that you dont usually do poetry. Maybe you should? This was lovely and full of really cool imagery and metaphors...nicely done.

jean said...

Thanks Zoe. I was clearing my head when I did this, I use too many words. I needed to do some spring cleaning! I am honored by what you have said!
love, jean

Stampington and Company said...

Awesome poem! Thanks for entering our contest. We'll announce the winner soon. :)

Stampington and Company said...

Awesome poem! Thanks for entering our contest. We'll announce the winner soon. :)