On hearing the same clock
On the same kitchen wall,
I recall, another blackbird’s call,
And that old Time Knocks,
1 day, for us all.
On Hearing the Same Clock
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The Tombstones Stand Out White
The tombstones stand out white
In the sun’s light.
I wonder, as I go
Whether those now below
Lived their days in light?
And, when I go
Will those who pass
Along this path
Pause, and sigh,
And think as I?
The Inexorable Clock
The slow
Tick tock
Of the inexorable clock
Says “all must go”
In the end,
Though some pretend
‘Tis not so”.
Waning
In youth we burn the candle
At both ends and pretend
That waning candlelight can somehow fight
The oncoming night. Then in age
Our wracking cough
Says all lights
Will go off
Just Dust
I find my scalp flaking.
Bits of dead skin escaping.
But they are not me
For I am sweet poetry.
Yet my little sun
Shall one day become
Just dust.
Today I Turned 53
Today I turned 53.
Shall I make free
With women and wine?
Or stick to rhyme?
Old Father Time
Stands behind me.
The feminine and wine
Can not conquer time.
Church Bells
On hearing the bells chime
I think on time.
Although there is no
Clock in the church tower
To measure my brief hour.
If My Clock Antique
If my clock antique
Could, somehow speak
What would it say?
Yet, it’s chime
Speaks of time
And my brief day.
Meet Me on the Equinox by Death Cab for Cutie
In “Meet Me on the Equinox”, Death Cab for Cutie sing “everything, everything ends”. This is a beautiful track. I relate to the song as a lot of my own poetry touches on the brevity of life.
Young Women’s Feet
Young women’s feet
Kick autumn leaves.
Time deceives
Not. clocks
Do stop.
And once green leaves
Must turn to dust.
K Morris - Poet 