The steady tick tock
Of the clock.
I am here,
You are not.
All my human pride.
I can not hide
From the inexorable tick tock
Of the clock.
Now I am here,
Then I am not.
Tick Tock
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K Morris reading his poem ‘Time’.
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Time’.
Time by K Morris
Thank you to Roberta Pimentel for publishing my poem, “Time” as a guest post on her site, http://robertapimentel.com/2017/01/29/guest-post-time-by-kevin-morris/.
Kevin
When
I find
That my clock has stopped.
I can the mechanism wind
Again and again,
But when
The time does come
Methinks the clock will still run
My Old Clock I Wind
My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop With my hand,
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The passing of the years.
He has no ears
For our laughter and tears
And his sickle will swing on
Long after we are gone.
Time
The reaper moves
In time with the pendulum.
No rush
Or fuss
He has plenty of time.
My patient friend
whose tick portends
my inevitable end.
You rest in state
on my bookcase.
Tick tock
I can not stop
time’s sithe.
None can survive
his cut.
Though in a cupboard my clock be shut
death can not be put
aside
The sickle chops
And the heart will, one day, stop.
To A Clock In Need Of Repair
The pendulum has become detached,
The mechanism moves to fast.
Hands race around the face,
Time is out of place.
My antique clock’s eratic chime,
All is not fine.
The wooden case gleams,
But something has gone awry with the machine.
In A House Sitting By An Open Garden Door
Wind chimes.
A clock measuring time.
Summer breeze from open door.
The heart is at peace, who can ask for more?
K Morris - Poet 