I can try
To immortalise my clock
In a rhyme.
And, when I stop
My rhyme
May still engage
On fading page,
Though I
Shall know it not.
I Can Try
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Tag Archives: poems about time
Work Meeting
As the meeting neared it’s end
My old friend
Who had not
Yet said a word,
(Leastways, I heard
him not),
Interrupted, and did say,
“Tick tock”.
Yet the clock
Is forever ticking away
our day,
Though oft we heed him not.
I Recall Honeysuckle on a Wall
I recall honeysuckle on a wall
And the scent of Grandfather’s roses.
The poet composes
A rhyme
To Time
Who ends all.
The Inexorable Clock
The slow
Tick tock
Of the inexorable clock
Says “all must go”
In the end,
Though some pretend
‘Tis not so”.
I Forgot the Clock
I forgot
The clock
When life got
In the way.
But he did stay
Ticking away my day.
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.
I Thought I Had Lost
I thought I had lost
The key to my clock.
When I found it again
It’s old tick tock
Continued on. but time
He pauses not.
(The above poem first appeared in my June Author Newsletter, which can be accessed here https://mailchi.mp/37a9976abe1c/kevins-june-author-newsletter).
Stopped
My clock has stopped.
It’s chime
Has ceased.
One day, eternal peace
Shal be forever, mine
And thine.
A Poem from My Collection “Light and Shade; Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”
The below poem, “On Hearing the Tick Tock of the Clock”, can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”:
On hearing the tick tock
Of the clock
On the wall,
I know not
What to write,
For the clock
Says it all.
Time Passing
For as long as I can remember, I have been fascinated by traditional (pendulum) clocks. The slow movement of the pendulum reminds me of Old Father Time chopping up seconds which will never return. There is, in the swing of a pendulum something both comforting and chastening. The slow swing reminds one of a slower pace of life, of a more stable/traditional society, while one is also conscious that each movement brings one’s demise fractionally closer. A number of my poems touch (either directly or indirectly) on the passage of time, including “The Hands Are Almost At Half-Past”, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2quCnrHgpE4.
“The Hands Are Almost At Half-Past” can be found in my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, which is available for preorder in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (for the UK) and https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/ (for the USA).
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