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

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
This entry was posted in poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

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.


Leave your Sound Bite here

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s