“Stop all the clocks…”
Ah yes, that’s right,
I seem to remember that poem.
But who wrote that?
“Stop all the clocks…”
Such a good and pleasing poem,
I do remember reading it out loud.
And now it’s on the tip of my tongue.
“Stop all the clocks…”
Aha, I’ve got it, although it’s often sad,
it’s also known as ‘Funeral Blues’
and it’s by W.H. Auden.
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Image credit: Doruq Pasha @ Pexels
This image shows a wall clock hanging on a wall. There is a ray of light/ sunlight illuminating the clock partially. The clock hands are pointing at 8:16!
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #347 photo prompt.









