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Nostalgic Excuses

An old, broken pocket watch.

.

When it opens with a click,

The numbers inside show

A permanent time,

The hour three,

Minute two.

All because of a fear

Unreachable and vast

Of losing the memory

Of a faded life.

.

And when, every day,

I slump in an icy plastic chair

My chest is too cold

Too old,

And my thoughts aren't moving 

Like I'd like them to.

.

Then there's my fingers,

Opening and closing

The poorly crafted lid

Of the bronze pocket watch,

Something that has no relation

To the actual broken memory.

.

Yet, as I sit in the cold chair

And stare

And think

And stare,

I make excuses,

False ties,

False connections.

.

Placing blame in myself

For what I didn't do,

To connect what is gone

With me.

.

Placing blame in time

For not moving on from

The month three,

The day two,

To connect what is gone

With reality.

.

And when I look

At the unmoving time

Of the broken pocket watch

It feels as if,

I'm glancing back the way I came

But I'm not seeing anything,

And I'm dreaming,

Looking, 

Wandering.

.

Nothing is moving, 

And when the unmoving pocket watch

Begins to tick again

Perhaps I can,

Maybe

Stop thinking.

.

Then

The cold plastic chair

Wakes me up from the snowy dream,

Yet I feel just as lost

As if I'm still dreaming,

And my hands

Are still around the pocket watch

And my eyes

Are still watching the numbers

Three

And two,

Thinking,

Dreaming,

In the past.

And my chest is too old

Too cold

And my thoughts aren't moving

Like I'd like them to.

.

There is something more,

Something that

My fingers

Can't quite reach

Yet.

.

And I close my eyes

And I reopen them,

Expecting to see something

Different

About the numbers in the pocket watch.

.

Yet after all this while

Of nostalgic excuses,

There is only the cold chair,

My cold breathing,

My cold chest,

And a bronze broken pocket watch

With the hour three

And minute two.

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BlackFish
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Hey there. Newbie speaking. I was looking for things to review and yours popped up. I didn't know what to expect, and suffice it to say I was pleasantly surprised. I'm not much of a poet so I can't give you any critique in that aspect, but I did enjoy it. It was an interesting poem that I've never seen before, so bravo for the originality. Poetry: keep on doing it. I think you're good at it.

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rhiasofia
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Hey there, Rhia here to review!

Your title drew me in right away, and I think that you managed to keep my interest throughout the poem, despite it being rather longer than I usually like and a bit repetitive. The repetiveness worked- it reminded me of ticking minutes. Though I liked it as a whole, I do have some nitpicks to help polish it.

Okay, one nitpick I have is that you basically only use commas and periods as punctuations. You have a lot of sentences that run on a little unnecessarily long, but would look and read much nicer with the use of dashes and semi-colons spread throughout it. I'll point out punctuation that you could change.

A permanent time,

The hour three,

Minute two.

Try replacing the bolded comma with a semi colon, maybe? An en dash would work, too.

All because of a fear

Unreachable and vast

When I have interjections like this, I either like to write it like this "All because of a fear--/Unreachable and vast--"
or "All because of a fear, /
Unreachable and vast,"

And my thoughts aren't moving

Like I'd like them to.

The two likes here kind of garbles the words up in the mouth. Maybe "as I'd like them to" or "the way I'd like them to?"

Of the bronze pocket watch,

Something that has no relation

To the actual broken memory.

The bolded bit, I like it a lot. However, I think it's more important than it's getting credit for in the wording of these lines. It's sort of lost in there, overlooked, or given the idea of something tacked on. It doesn't quite flow. Perhaps replace the comma after "watch" with a colon, or put the whole bolded bit in parentheses?

It feels as if,

I'm glancing back the way I came

But I'm not seeing anything,

I'd read this out loud a few times, and try switching the "but" for "yet" to see which sounds better, and to see whether or not you like the repetition of "I" and I'm," or if you'd rather rearrange the sentences to cut out a few of those pronouns.

Yet I feel just as lost

As if I'm still dreaming,

I'd put a comma after "lost" as well as the one you've already got.

And my eyes

Are still watching the numbers

Three

And two,

I would think about putting a semi-colon after "still watching the numbers"

And my thoughts aren't moving

Like I'd like them to.

Just a sorta neat idea, possibly you could reference the watch even further by switching the "thoughts aren't moving" to "thoughts aren't ticking" or some other clock related verb (I don't really know a whole lot off the top of my head, sorry)

Otherwise, I quite like this a lot. It's smooth, it's simple. You tell a story and tell it well. Nice job. If you have any other questions for me, need further help, or want me to ever give you this extensive of a review on another poem (or other work but I'd prefer poetry) feel free to ask! I'd love to help.



If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
— Woodrow Wilson