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The Clock

by Lionel E. Deimel

 

They saw the clock in a Midwest store,

Though it wasn’t something they were looking for.

 

The clock had quite a traditional face

And was housed in a strikingly modern case—

 

A case intended to hang on the wall,

A case that was narrow and four feet tall.

 

The pendulum of brass was very long;

The clock had no chime, but only a gong.

 

Its juxtaposition of new and old

Cut a marvelous image to behold.

 

Their living room was largely bare.

Would a handsome clock make a statement there?

 

The cost was more than they wanted to pay,

But they bought the wall clock anyway.

 

Although the clock was much adored,

After years of service, it had to be stored,

 

For the marriage dissolved before forever,

And it wasn’t clear it would be wanted ever.

 

The woman died, and the husband moved,

And a blank wall needed to be improved.

 

From long-term storage, the clock was obtained,

But a smooth-working timepiece wasn’t regained.

 

An old clock mechanic did some needed repair

With new cables and bearings and assorted hardware.

 

Would the clock be a joy or a mere irritation,

Ticking and gonging near the husband’s workstation?

 

But the ticking and gonging did not annoy

And proved to be an unalloyed joy.

 

The clock added class to quotidian space

With its constant movement and its pretty face.

 

Clocks live longer than owners, I’m told;

A clock, if well cared for, will never grow old.


     

This poem was inspired by a Howard Miller clock that presently graces my wall a few feet from my desk. I had long wanted to write a poem about the history of the clock, but I had a hard time getting started. I finally conquered my writer’s block by simplifying the poem’s structure by using a series of couplets. I also simplified the story I wanted to tell. When I moved to Clifton Springs, for example, the clock’s pendulum went missing for a while. The story of what happened to the pendulum seemed too complicated (and perhaps too uninteresting) to put into a poem.

The clock had been in storage for years, and, although it was not obviously in need of servicing, I had the clock fully reconditioned. As a result, the mechanism is actually better than new due to the installation of better bearings. It keeps time well, though not as well as would an electronic timepeice.

As noted in the poem, the clock does not chime. Instead, it bongs once on the half hour and bongs to signal the hour. The tone is produced by a hammer striking a metal spiral. Part of that spiral can be seen in the picture at left beyond the 2 o’clock position. Admittedly, the sounds produced by the clock are less musical than one might like, but it does the job. The clock ticks, of course, and before I installed the clock in its current position, I worried that the ticking would be distracting. Unless there are no other sounds in the room, however, the ticking is inaudible.

When I feared that the clock’s pendulum was lost, I called Howard Miller in the hope of obtaining a replacement. The company disclaimed any knowledge of this model clock. Howard Miller did, however, give me the name of a local clockmaker.

I began writing the poem on 8/3/2025 in anticipating of presenting it to a recently created writer’s group meeting at the Clifton Springs Library the next day. I finished a draft on 8/4/2025. The group objected to the second line of the couplet

For the marriage dissolved before forever,
Would anyone want the clock, ever?

I was never satisfied with this line, so I changed it to what you see above. I also made three minor changes, all in the fourth couplet. Additional minor changes were also made on 8/12/2025.

I was distressed to learn that Howard Miller Clock Company, which has produced many beautiful timepieces, is closing down. I found the following information on Wikipedia:

In July 2025, Howard Miller announced that it would go out of business, citing poor housing market conditions and tariffs in the second Trump administration. The company said it will wind down production by the end of the year and sell its remaining inventory in 2026.

— LED, 8/5/2025, rev. 8/12/2025

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