I hear a voice.
Socrates called it a daemon,
his internal oracle?
his demon?
a higher self?
shadow mind?
She grasps me
with magnetic fingers,
I watch her
unwind,
And I’m blind
to the way she
paints numbers on clocks.
10:11, 11:11, 11:10
in synchronicity,
she talks.
A quadrille is a 44 word poem. We write them at dVerse. De is hosting tonight, and our magic word is “magnet”.
Tricia Sankey 
Sounds like mesmerization, and I can see the connection between it as the magnetic pull on the brain. Jung also believed in shadow selves. Interesting those numbers are like computer language, all “0”s and “1”s. Cosmic programming?
I don’t know, but after reading about people who saw 11:11 on clocks, it happened to me, as well. Even the 10:11 a lot too. It’s weird when it happens. Just get a weird feeling and look at the clock and it’s there!
Oh my! This is so mesmerizing and philosophical. It’s beautifully written and I love, love, love these lines the most:
“She grasps me
with magnetic fingers,
I watch her
unwind,
And I’m blind
to the way she
paints numbers on clocks.”
The imagery in this alone! My word, it is incredible. I’m honestly stunned, and my mind has exploded (no, really, I’m THAT stunned) by each image this poem evokes and the meaning behind it as well. The final three lines are such a perfect ending to this poem. It feels serene, in a way. Very beautifully composed. ❤ Wow.
Thanks, Lucy! I have played around with a similar 11:11 poem on twitter today. I like how the magnet prompt got me more descriptive here. I love Philosophy and especially with poetry, it’s always a winning combo isn’t it? I appreciate the kind words!
Love this, perhaps it’s a higher self reaching out to us.. beckoning to heed, to understand and believe that we are so much more 🙂
Yes, it made me realize how time isn’t what I thought it was. Reality blurs. Thanks!
Very mysterious! I like “She grasps me
with magnetic fingers,
I watch her. . .”
A spirit or a vision?
It’s like a touch! Who knows, haha! I don’t get visions, but I did think I was being laughed at before. I don’t think I’m crazy, but there was a while I would happen to glance at the clock whenever it was 11 past the hour. Always on the dot. Like I would just walk into the kitchen and see the time on the microwave or notice the time on the TV or computer. It’s not as bad as it used to be. I could go on, but I would sound crazy, haha!
The world is so crazy right now, that doesn’t even sound all that weird. 🤣. When my daughters were babies, I could tell you exactly when two hours had passed. And I used to be able to tell myself to wake up at a certain time. I probably still can, but I haven’t tried it in a while. Maybe it’s like that, an internal clock–or maybe not, but who knows?
I think maybe the subconscious mind is a lot more powerful than we realized. I think synchronicity is fun to analyze.
Ooooo. Fun rhyme at the end, leading us down with you. So good.
Thanks!
That clock and the number 11 — I know what you mean, and it’s a strangely jolting feeling. Wonderfully expressed here.
yes, it is! Glad it’s not just me.
This was a bit of magic Tricia. Great piece. The digital read out of 11:11 tumbles into my life frequently. Always eerie feeling.
Thanks, I love hearing other people’s stories of seeing numbers! It is odd!!
This is fascinating – my husband is drawn to 11:11 on clocks too. I heard the voice of the Oracle coming through in your writing!
Thanks! 🥰
Beautiful, I love it.
Thanks ♥️
For me it is often 3:33 (the evil or the Godly hour depending on whether it is day or night!) and 10:27 (my birthdate) that I often see on the clock.
Yes 3:33 is a popular one. There is some intuitive part of our brain that can become connected with signs and numbers. Thanks for sharing 🍷
When I read about painting numbers on clocks my thoughts go to those poor girls who painted fluorescent paint on dials only to die from cancer… Then the whole poem got a whole new meaning of the clock counting down.
😯 hadn’t heard that story! There is another layer of meaning to most poems 😉
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radium_Girls
tragic! Eerie to see the picture of them.