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To The Tune of Loneliness

I have this clock
It's not an ordinary clock
It doesn't tell the time
but it can tell when I'm lonely

It's shaped like half a heart
It sits on my mantle
translucent, it fades into the wall

All I do is put my hand gently
spread across its face
and the alarm rings
It's not an ordinary ring tone

It plays, Blue Christmas, by Elvis
It's funny, because when I hear his voice
I no longer feel alone.

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They say that forced isolation (lockdown) breaks us down because as humans most need interaction with others. Your piece reminds me somewhat of that situation & I can almost see that smile return from under your mask as the voice from your non-clock makes you feel connected again.

The power of voice & especially singing is a powerful tool.

Clever piece.actually!

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Thank you and welcome,
This has been written without intention of the recent lockdown, but I absolutely see how it could be related. We have all been lonely I guess even in groups at home. I was very fortunate it was only for 6 weeks and at the moment we are doing quite well. I do adore music and Elvis, I agree music really is a thing that can sooth and heal it can also bring memories. Thank you for your very kind review. This is brand new so I am so glad you enjoyed.

Thank you...Teddy

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a nicely written poem and being written about a clock caught my attention since I am the owner of about 10 clocks; some are musical. But what I wanted to tell you is that "isolation" does not even affect me. I'm more creative now than ever, writing poetry and prose, undisturbed by visitors, with the exception of two very close friends. I have no time to feel lonely--and as you know, I have a loving wife. By the way, one of my clocks plays: "Love me tender . . . ." Bye for now, Signora.
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Thank you, the clock I have no idea why it came to me, but my muse woke me at 5am for this. My mother was a lover of clocks and I'm sure she had close to 100. All types including a grandfather clock. I'm glad you are not lonely. Thanks for your very kind review

Thank you...Teddy

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Dear Teddy, the topic caught my attention at once. Brought to mind my father checking and adjusting the time on an old wall clock. Then my husband did the same with a grandfather clock. Fascinating machines. I'm also a great fan of Elvis, so that also drew my attention.
Yes, lately I've also been feeling lonely. The longer days here in the far South of the S.H., makes extra time and I can't fill it satisfactorily. So I relate to your poem in several ways.
This lockdown never seems to end, but I can walk around my area. God bless you, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

You may well have inspired this after reading your latest one, I feel lucky that I have my family around me, but yes so many are alone, I hope that you feel better today, the season is changing here we will be doing vendemia where we collect the grapes and drink them. I love the autumn, but it's a bit different for us all this year. I send my love to you this evening, I hope Elvis will keep you company, I adore him.

Thank you...Teddy

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Dear Teddy, I've returned from a lovely walk with my daughter. Spring has finally arrived. We also have "vendimia" in Argentina, in the Autumn. We have some excellent Malbec wines. That is further North, in the province of Mendoza, mostly, but also in a wonderful valley in my own province of Río Negro.
Many people are lonely with this pandemic. I'm not even sure that my grandsons will be able to visit us this summer.
I'm glad you're surrounded by family and friends. Enjoy your vendemia. And the wine! All the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

How lovely, I don't know if I will get to pick some grapes this year is also different as everything is. In November December there are also the olives. I love winter time. Take care dear gracy. I haven't been to visit anyone outside Italy this year it just isn't worth risking the spread of covid. I have wonderful memories of friends and family so that's enough this year.

Thank you...Teddy

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for no one and love can be forever. No crits on this; except that I would capitalize the title of the song. "Only The Lonely".
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I just couldn't see it by myself!

Thank you...Teddy

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are you sure it was Elvis and not Orbison?
your poem is very interesting it provokes much thought

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Good eyes, hey I just wanted to mix it up I adore Roy and Elvis but I really wanted Elvis serenading on this. I know Elvis sang Are You Lonesome Tonight.

So I changes it to blue Christmas as it is one of the most sentimental songs I have especially being away from home almost 20 years. It makes me cry every time I listen to it especially at Xmas, and it actually works better with this lonely write, because at Xmas it's even harder for so many. Thanks for the kick Chrys.

Thank you...Teddy

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