Mute lies the clock on the wall
For three years inattentive
Twice a day if I chance to see
It speaking truth
We laugh in glee
Rare it be I meet when it calls
Who’s to blame for such contention
Death unresolved in who, me?
It fits nicely in it’s nook
I let it continue to lie to me
One day I shall bother and fall
Perhaps when my mood is overly pensive
But not today for a gift so dear, you see
Replaced might bring a few sorrowful looks
But to know the time, what resolve that would be!
dversepoets.com. Write a poem using the poetic form “Rimas Dissolutas.” The choice of topic is entirely up to you.
I hope this fits.
mehflowers 
Gorgeous, gorgeous rendition of the prompt, Mary! 😀 I especially love and resonate with; “Who’s to blame for such contention/Death unresolved in who, me? It fits nicely in it’s nook/I let it continue to lie to me.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝
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You aced this, Mary 🙂 – do you actually have a clock like that?
❤
David
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Yes. It is the picture I posted. It wasn’t long after I received it it stopped working, even with replacing the batteries. Never bothered to do anything about it. And I’m rarely in the same room at 9:45 AM OR PM.
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Very cool. I love that this wasn’t just based upon your imagination!
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Imagination? Do I have one of those? I do like going out on an edge I guess. Thanks David. 🙂🙃😉
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A wonderful poem Mary. I love your story of the clock that only gets it right some of the time…just like us!
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Aiie….as we say in French….beautiful poem but so strong as well….wonderful lines with a sadness behind…
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The clock that taunts and only tells the truth twice a day! Nicely done 🙂
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It fits and lies beautifully.
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Oh… I know those clocks all too well.
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