Tag Archives: Time

Midnight passes

Midnight passes

Midnight passes

with barely a nod,

and the girl who wears glasses

thinks that that’s odd;

Midnight has always acknowledged

her presence before,

but Midnight has gone,

he left through the door.

Time and a Word

Time and a Word

Time is a concept

with which we measure our age;

words are the tools

that we use on the page;

when times they are changing

and words are in short supply

how do we fuel the written need?

The Rainbow on the Edge of Time

The Rainbow on the Edge of Time

The Rainbow on the edge of time

existed for barely a minute;

then, it left with out a thought to my rhyme,

and the words that I should put in it.

A Poem AboutTime.

A Poem AboutTime.

It’s about time

that I wrote

this poem.

Not that this poem

is aboutTime;

or about Tim,even.

In fact, is at is about

very little indeed –

and, so, I am just

wasting your Tim

and mine.

“Is it still morning?”

“Is it still morning?”

“Is it still morning?”

I ask myself;

I look at the shelf

to see the clock;

but, the clock’s not there,

and neither’s the shelf!

“Oh,no!” I cry;

then I cry

tears of sorrow

no clock today

it was there yesterday

will it be back tomorrow?

Then I cry

tears of joy;

I remember,

that a friend did borrow

that clock of mine

to tell the time

and help this rhyme

be particularly fine.

But, as to the whereabouts of the shelf…?

T.I.M.E.

T.I.M.E.

Time

Is

My

Enemy.

A 10-minute story on the theme of ‘Time’ #LWG

LWG – 10-minute exercise 18/08/2018

‘Time’

Every second, once used, was carefully added to the waste heap; which was eternally teetering precariously above the town.

Jonathan Moment the Three Thousand and Thirty-Seventh checked the books. All seemed to be in order. The cumulative effect of the generations upon his stock-taking (which he liked to call his tick-tock-taking) had been a gradual thing; and, as his father used to say (and his father’s father had also said the same thing to his son and so on back through the ages) ‘time waits for no man!’ Which was highly unoriginal after thirty-seven generations of Moments had passed one second (which had carefully moved from the future to the present) along to the waste heap outside of the village boundary.

The fear the townspeople subconsciously had was that the gigantic heap of waste seconds would topple over and time would come crashing back down upon them; but, this never having done so in the past, why should it do so any time soon?

But, ‘time waits for no man’, and so Jonathan had to keep a constant watch upon the seconds as they were individually added to the mountainous structure, noting them down in his ledger as they were popped on to the top.

Jonathan’s wife was a patient lady. She didn’t see much of Jonathan because of his hereditary career; but, she spent her days working in her Herb Garden where she grew thyme. Her name was Rosemary.

Time Haiku

“Time is running out!”

“So why not run after it?

You know it makes sense.”

(Poem 14 – Time) – 25 Poems in 24 Hours


Poem 14 – 13:00 16-05-2017



Noon 

Arrived much too soon

And, before I knew it,

It had come and goon!
And, no, don’t be thinking

That here is where

I continue the debate betwixt

‘Scon’ and ‘Scoon’

This is neither the place

Nor the time

For that most importantest

Of discussions sublime.
No, here, we are to concentrate on the loss of time

(Which, if stolen, is a weighty crime)

And, what that loss entails.
Did that sound quite serious?

I must be becoming delirious

As I ‘do’ serious

About as much

As I trainspot snails.