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This week our suggestions for the Poetry Bus come from The Swiss Lounge blog where there is a group of four photographs from which we select one as a basis for our poem. I chose the timepiece.
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Time.
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Time rules our lives
travel times, appointments,
working hours and chores.
always on the run
with one eye on the clock -
always hurrying, trying
to fit everything in.
Years fly by without our notice
'til one day we wonder if there's
enough time left for all we'd like to do.
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Could we learn to control time?
make it work for us -
apportion it for things which must be done
and have a little left over?
Make the most of our time
and not waste it mindlessly?
If we could to that
we might even find
we had time to spare.
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No pics today as Olympus whatsit is not responding. Sorry about the technical terms but it's my bedtime and I'm wilting.
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10 comments:
You write so eloquently Heather.
Lovely poem Heather and so true. Sometimes I think we waste time and othert imes we simply need to take it,even step out of it ,or away from it.Or maybe that's life I'm thinking of!? Another good poem though, you're finding your voice.
Hope you are well.
oh, so true and well put to words. Thank you.
at last someone chose the wtch looking thing. nicely done!
Time to spare, Heather - whats that? And I am retired - don't know how I ever found time to work!
You have put my thoughts to words so exactly Heather - great poem. Cheers, Robin
Lovely sentiments Heather.
An eloquent description of the flimsy nature of time. A lot of deep things in there...
I like this Heather, because it is so very true but also because, as Peter says, there are big truths about time that often escape us.
And I think you're one of the very few that chose the watch-thing - the iris was by far the most popular picture this week.
Oh how true !!!!!!! Lovely poem
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