There is a ticking sound
and it is the slow ticking
ticking away of our lives ;
each day is a ticking bomb
which we need to defuse ,
and having accomplished that
the very next bomb starts ticking ;
What life actually is ,
is not about dealing with
one bomb at a time ,
but rather
we are confronted by
and find ourselves
in the midst of ,
a whole room full
of ticking bombs ;
and theirs is the slow
ticking ,
ticking away..
Ticking company.
An apt ‘objective correlative'( ticking bombs) is employed to describe the profound truth about the never ending deadline-linked issues confronting human existence. Disarming simplicity of verse highlights the horror.
Captivating and the realism is chillingly captured.
Thou art a genius unrecognised!
Louis Kasatkin—the artist that captures the angst of modern civilization and its ills so faithfully! This poem, Carroll-like, documents the madness around through two recurring words—ticking and bomb/s. rest is a mere derivative.
A pleasure.
Excellence-at-par!
TICKLING AWAY
When I shudder
to take thy pulpy pink
The baby born
Know it,
that
I wrestle my faith
To quiver
somewhere, there
In the wreck of the modern age
Time bomb, pins up
In a blast; ticking away … all
and
wreath the last, the least;
to defuse
the tickling sound
still ticking…
in silent graves!
how simple a way to tell the truth of life… the exploded moments gone and ticking now moment .. yes … room is full .. thought provoking one 🙂
Louis, you have delved deep in the daily issues affecting the lives of all of us, bombs are everywhere, the real ones and those underlying the circumstances of life which are not far from the bomb effect.Well done, eye-opening.