"Clocks Outside of Rooms" Big Tent Poetry #46-mix things up a bit with poetry toys

They’re on a sideways journey
Unstoppable
Unknown
Not felt by anyone
Whippoorwills cry in the night, trepidation’s initiated
Si amano su un viaggio obliquo
inarrestabile
Sconosciuto
Non ha ritenuto da chiunque
There’s a room we must leave
when we’re gone, it will still hold shoes, boxes and pictures
but the room doesn’t worry
memories will weaken with movement

They’re on an inverted travel
Reversed
Resistant
Not sensed by anybody
Owls stare through the darkness, qualms are manipulated
Ils sont sur un voyage inversé
Renversé
Résistant
Non senti par quiconque
There’s a clock engraved in a brick wall
it reads 7:45, the hands are eroding as you watch
but time doesn’t care even as walls crumble
to concrete walkways at your feet

Outside a tree with red plum tomatoes
growing on its trunk, blooms every year
Magnificent
Majestic
Neglected by the observer
Recall sitting in a room observing a clock
ricordi sedersi in una stanza
osservando un orologio

Remembrances are left in sequence
for innocence to gather up, to toss aside

Process notes: 

First four lines are from an old poem. 

I used babelfish to translate to Italian and French.