I thought of this poem riding the subways and walking along manhattan which I based as New Rome. It is a brief commentary on the observation of the "new romans" worshipping time and the absurdity and childishness of it all...I might add more...I wanted to also say how everything in the city is really a structure of time and how as an influential city most people want to live like that now...Anyways, thanx for reading. happy reading and writing to you!
The New Romans (Working Title)
The New Romans
Twelve Clicks and Ticks to toll and bind
Chime entwined with Chime Divine
How Divine...?
To find
The Time
Entwined with every word and rhyme
Finite granite hour glass
The new romans live for grains to pass
The day's too short
The flow's too fast
The New Romans wish that time did last
Fleeting flutter sputters out
Tick Tock Ticking tuckers out
Who Knows when it all began?
When the New Romans turned to sand....
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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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