Monday, February 12, 2018

Thoughts--By Eleanor Michael--United States


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out of date.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.


  1. Dear Eleanor,

    You sure make me muse about time after reading your poem. I would like to call your piece 'timeless'
    Thanks for sharing.

    Best wishes,

  2. Eleanor, fine verseful thought! We ask, where has the time gone?
    __ 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

    swings east to west
    keys time

  3. yes indeed - tempus fugit, as they say