Clocked – dVerse Open Link Week 120

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This is about wanting time to move quickly, and not making the most of now.

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– Clocked –

One month before, or
Two weeks until, and
I’ll feel better when this, or
That has happened.

I cross off the days, or
Count down the minutes, and
Wish for the seconds, or
Hours to sweep by.

This unpleasant event, or
That hard conversation, and
I can’t wait for them to pass, or
Do I know what I want?

Because now I am older, or
Wiser than before, and
Know that time is fleeting, or
Finally realise –

That I cannot control time.

Destination – dVerse Form for All – the Rondeau

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Form for All – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This piece was inspired by my journey home from work this evening – after a particularly long and tiring day at work. I literally squeezed every ounce out of what was left of my mental energy today to produce this rondeau – the first that I have ever knowingly written!  I hope you enjoy it.

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– Destination –

As the train rolls along the tracks
Its rhythm soothes, bids us relax
Our aching souls, our weary minds
That chew on cares enough to bind
Our beating hearts, encased in wax.

With no real love, spirits contract
Hands of friendship are pulled back
Metal-clad world, we are confined
As the train rolls

Sinking bodies, fall, collapse
On threadbare seats, like formless sacks
Smiling in sleep, we bring to mind
Our joys and hopes, bright pleasures find
The tunnel’s end brings light, perhaps
As the train rolls

In Conversation – dVerse Open Link Week 118

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This is about me and my dad, having a conversation with him in my head.

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– In Conversation –

Return to me and make me smile
In my mind’s eye, stay a while
Ring your laughter in my ear
Embrace me, say there’s naught to fear

Take me back to childhood days
When all your words were full of praise
Your pride in me was plain to see
The centre of your world was me

The dead can do no wrong, they say
Rest in peace, we hope and pray
Strange it is that now you’ve left
You fill my thoughts, my heart’s bereft

Yet strangely full, I’m not alone
I carry you in every bone
My mortal fibre is borne from you
Wherever you are, think of me too.