“clocks never wake”

Written for:  The Twiglets #120 – “clocks never wake”

Clocks never wake up
on the wrong side of the bed.


She clocked him
on the side of his head.
He never woke.


Waking to blaring
alarm clocks
jars me.


There was a young man, name of Jake
He was impossible to wake
His wife tried alarm clocks
so loud that they rocked
but Jake would not wake ‘less he scented fresh-baked chocolate cake.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to “clocks never wake”

  1. Misky says:

    Jake is a very sensible chap!


  2. Jules says:

    Those first two shorties had me guffawing. I’m so glad I don’t have to use any alarms myself these days (most days anyway). Now alarms are on smart phones and you can program them to have odd supposedly more relaxing wake up tunes – but I think that’s taking away from being jarred!

    Some folks have an inner alarm and wake the same time every day. More’s the power to them.
    Hey cake is breakfast right it’s made with eggs, flour and chocolate is good for you (well the right kind) they say 😉


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