Thoughts
One morning, I fell to musing
about “how time flies.”
That brought to mind the way
I say two a’clock
instead of two O’clock.
Who knows how far back that
goes?
Now, digital’s glowing
numbers
throw me, as I still think
and say quarter 'til
or quarter past. When half
the hour is gone, half-past.
To choose a way I can
describe
this state of mind, I simply
say
out of date. Where does the
time go?
I don’t know.
Eleanor Michael has published
poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.
Dear Eleanor,
ReplyDeleteYou sure make me muse about time after reading your poem. I would like to call your piece 'timeless'
Thanks for sharing.
Best wishes,
Inge
Eleanor, fine verseful thought! We ask, where has the time gone?
ReplyDelete__ I can say that, what I had long ago learned (learnt?), and my 52 year old MA, are no longer of any value; I must now re-learn from the young(erest) teachers. But I'll still pronounce February as Feb-RU-ary, and not... Feb-ER-Rary, and on and on. As we continue to learn, our keys wind the clock springs. Sorry to take up so much space here, the senryu. Smiles! _m
pendulum
swings east to west
keys time
yes indeed - tempus fugit, as they say
ReplyDeleteDear Eleanor,
ReplyDeleteThe time flees faster these days as I always seem to have more to do then the time allots me. The creative style allowed Magyar to really get into this one with his own one in response. These extended thoughts, we don't see often on our work, should have you smiling as am I. Thank you for being a part of Whispers all these years. Your support and encouragement have been greatly appreciated.
Blessings,
Karen