time by c. e. ayr

time by c. e. ayr

where does time go when it passes
is it relaxed or is it tense
is it always crystal clear
or imperfect in every sense

does old time wait with grandfather
to inspect each minute mistake
is it restless keeping watch
or looking for a hand to shake

the years slip by quite anxiously
without a sound except tick tock
once more feeling second best
endeavouring to beat the clock

does the pendulum swing forever
like the tides of some great ocean
does it close its eyes and whisper
the secret of perpetual motion

is the glass always transparent
or does mist obscure the dial
are we found as mean as Greenwich
when we have to face the trial

the long days fill with treachery
the small hours swell with crime
the sun eats the dreams for breakfast
then burns away the time

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10 Responses to time

  1. I love how you have expressed time in this poem. Some very visual ideas with some meaningful and punchy words. A lovely piece.


    • ceayr says:

      Thank you, Donna, your words are much appreciated.
      I do not consider myself a poet, but sometimes the Muse talks to me.
      Time fascinates me, I do confess, and I tend to think of it in visual terms.
      Thank you for your time and your thoughtfulness.

      Liked by 1 person

      • You’re welcome. It’s great that you listen to your moments of inspiration and express it through poetry. Time is fascinating. We cannot stop it or hold it…and what has always fascinated me is what we call the ‘now’ and how long long does that actually last…because we are constantly creating history, which is far more easily measurable in terms of time (if that makes sense!). Thanks for your thoughts. Have a great day.


  2. That last stanza is particularly yummy.


  3. emmylgant says:

    Reblogged this on unbuttoned or undone and commented:
    My friend c.e.eayr ponders time in ways that I wish I had written.
    I am jealous of the last two lines… The vision and soul of a true poet plucked them out of a sunrise.


  4. emmylgant says:

    Wonderful. It catches in the throat, like a nanosecond, just enough to capture and lose again an evanescent beauty.
    I think you know that I almost never reblog, but this one … may I?

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Reblogged this on anelephantcant and commented:
    Interesting poetry.


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