Arctic.

"Perhaps morning will
come, yet sunrise
remains stoic for now."

PERFECT. You have a gift for last lines.

"I thought this to be a very solid write. Each stanza seems to be carved with precision, and written in such poetic language. I applaud the author for making sure that each individual image makes sense, or is at least easily imagined, while they're quite abstract. It takes a little puzzle-solving-effort to tie each stanza and their individual meanings together, though. While I liked the fact that this poem seemed rather compact (as in no filler lines, quite straight to the point), perhaps the reader could've taken advantage of some additional information tying the stanzas together. Nonetheless, surely a poem that does its title justice. I could truly feel the heavy, cold air around your words."

[Weekly Contest 25-03-2013]

First of all it's nice to see you posting again!

I'm wondering why you have a line drawn separating the two? My first thoughts..and I'll stick with them..you are focusing on the clock because it's reflecting something regarding the girl mentioned in the second part? I thought 'when love meets again' was something do do with the clock hands coming together but that would only be at 12 midday or midnight so maybe it's the many times they actually pass each other during the day..not sure but it definately has me pondering.

The second part painted a picture of someone sitting alone in the darkness..perhaps listening to the clock and feeling very, very alone.

As I said....you have given me so much to think about here and I truly love a poem that makes me feel this way.

Not much left to say after the other two commenters. The words in this just flow and roll smoothly off my tongue as I read. I like the simplicity of it and glad there are not any words that would cause a reader to stop to figure out what they mean. Well done.

Temps I thought this poem was unique, nothing seemed at all cliche to me because how articulate I felt it was; it was written almost delicately but truthfully, enough to make the reader feel this but not to give away each secret. And with the form of the poem, I love just the four simple stanzas and the whole atmosphere I am engulfed into. I honestly never get tired when there are clocks in poems, whether the tick tock or what not, you made this clock live and breathe with that opening line...I liked how you mentioned this girl's limbs still fighting on to live, still just strong enough....I really enjoyed reading this, there was so much to the poem that made me wonder about the girl's situation. It makes me anxious for day to come and for this girl to see the sunlight and be able to feel not so numb. Her silence also makes me wonder, is she scared to speak or too hopeless to even try getting her words across? Definitely could see this ambience of living in the arctic, and having a heart that feels oppressed by it. Great write! :]