Today, we are attempting the ode in the style of Pablo Neruda, the Nobel prize-winning Chilean poet who developed his own style of ode, dedicated to the mundane, the ordinary, the everyday.
My mundanity is something most of us have to contend with, and yet I think we kind of love it, even if it doesn’t make us happy all of the time…
I hope you enjoy my offering…
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– Down the rabbit hole –
You drive me to achieve what I would fail to do myself – in the morning you hustle and chivvy me along to the rhythm of my beating heart – ‘Don’t be late, don’t be late’ you cry as if you were Alice’s white rabbit brought to life – every mechanical, clinking, clanking cog working harmoniously to save my from myself, from the terror of missed trains and the ire of irate colleagues – and yet my love for your dependability turns sour in an instant when I forget to silence you at weekends. O alarm clock – are you my master or are your hands in mine, when all is said – and done?
oy…the alarm clock…and clocks in general…a love hat relationship… i’m using the alarm clock in my iphone…. you can program a certain time for mon – fri (which is 5 in my case…oy..) and then one for sat – sun – so i at least don’t wake at 5 on the weekend cause i forget to put it off…smiles
I cannot sleep with a mechanical alarm clock anywhere near me. That’s why I use my phone and thus avoid the weekend trauma. I enjoyed your poem and the question at the end works well.
How amusing. You had me fooled into thinking it was a human being pushing you along in the mornings ๐
An ode with a twist. Well, they say hate is adjacent to love .
Freya Writes... 
definitely can relate to the weekend morning and hearing the weekday master ringing. wonderful poem, so well done.
Thank you, Sun!
Really well done Freya. Loved it. >KB
Thank you!
from the mirror
of missed trains….smiles…i like how those flow together there…
my alarm clovk wakes me too early to be a really good friend..ha
Yes, mine isn’t so much a friend, to be honest!
Somehow I guessed it was the alarm clock ~ Enjoyed this one Freya ~
๐ Thank you!
Delightful punch in the final stanza.
Thank you, Brendan.
What a unique ode. I forget to turn mine off on the weekends too.
Well, I like to be different… ๐
Oh, this is great! Well done! ๐
Thank you, Katie ๐
This is great! You paint such great visuals with your words ๐
Thank you so much ๐
oy…the alarm clock…and clocks in general…a love hat relationship… i’m using the alarm clock in my iphone…. you can program a certain time for mon – fri (which is 5 in my case…oy..) and then one for sat – sun – so i at least don’t wake at 5 on the weekend cause i forget to put it off…smiles
Yes. I know that 5am start too well….!
..time in general deserves an ode…this part of the day and the alarm are elemental in our lives…very well done..
Yes, it does rather deserve to be noticed! Thank you ๐
Love it.. The riddle of what’s the subject captured me and revealed gradually – liked it a lot
Haha! I’m glad I captured you in my poetic net ๐
Really enjoyed this, Freya; you don’t work for the Queen of Hearts, do you?
Glad you enjoyed it! No… I *am* the Queen of Hearts! Mwahahaaaa! ๐
I cannot sleep with a mechanical alarm clock anywhere near me. That’s why I use my phone and thus avoid the weekend trauma. I enjoyed your poem and the question at the end works well.
Yes, that sounds wise. Yet if I make too many wise decisions, life feels too predictable for my liking! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
How amusing. You had me fooled into thinking it was a human being pushing you along in the mornings ๐
An ode with a twist. Well, they say hate is adjacent to love .
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Yes, there’s a thin line between love and hate…
Very very cool! I too, rely on this pal, not tyrant!
Glad you enjoyed it ๐
It is nice to have the power to ignore the alarm clock on certain days! Nice ode!
Indeed it is! Thank you ๐
Mine is usually silent these days- but this did make me smille reminiscently.
Ah, to be reminiscing on the alarm clock…. ๐