Held in Time

Poetry

#FFFC #Time #Beauty

Image credit : KELLEPICS@pixabay.com.

Looking in the mirror

I count the creases

in this once youthful face

Time is a fickle friend

Where is that younger me ?

The one with hopes and dreams

And yet, when we meet

it seems time stands still

for the girl of fifteen

Essence of Youth ?

from the sea of time

or frozen in a moment ?

And the one thing that gets me

as the seconds move on

Your beauty hasn’t changed

Alarm Clock

Life, Poetry, Time

27th February 2019

As the sun dipped below the horizon

and changed shift with his pal the moon

something constant kept on moving

second hand moving the minutes

whilst the hour hand waited to move forward

and a marker sat like a sentry

ready to fire a fifteen gun salute

cats birds and dogs, creep outside slowly

wailing beyond the double glazed glass

and the cogs keep the hands moving

till the minute hand meets the marker

and hammer meets bell – time to get up.

New Years Day

Poetry, Time

#newyearseve #newyearsday

Salford, 31st December 2018

Midnight….Happy New Year!

The final night of 2018

Draws in a brand new year

Called out from the east

And working it’s way round the globe

The fireworks and chimes

Bring in a new dawn

Fresh thinking , fresh plans

Across the lands, grow as the sun says hi

As the new wind blows, to the new year say hello

As we wave the old one goodbye

Auditors

Poetry, Time

Thieves of time,

Subtle in their art

As a penny passed tween one weight and another

Carefully counterbalanced

So the cogs of the clock turned round

Just so

Cogs kept moving

The giant hour hand

As minutes passed on by

Whilst the second hand, cried

People stared at their time pieces

Trying to get it back

But the clocks in the town hall square

All wailed out of time

Listen up people…in orchestral chimes

The auditors have been in….and committed a crime…

Old Shoes

Character, Clothes, Poetry

Salford 23rd September 2018

I remember the day i first bought them,

fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory

They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in

so over the next few days – i wore them in the house

as i got the feel of them i took them down the Trafford Road

getting them wet in a Greater Manchester rain storm

being well waxed – it didnt effect them for a while

time however is a fickle thing – and my shoes have lost their hardened exterior

My slippers look on in envy, as my feet feel comfy in the broken down softness

wont be long before a trip to the shoe shop – and a rendezvous with the recycle bin

Concentration

Poetry

Salford 12th June 2018

Cognitive act

of great effort

noting and transferring the idea and vision

carefully to canvas using colourful media

equal care given to the objects around the main subject

not forgetting the sun or the sky

taking attention to each shade of blue transferred

reality is – there’s plenty of them

as they’re placed around the brilliant red shape of the sail

the picture begins to form on the canvas

in the end – its a picture the painter can be proud of

of course, it’s taken considerable time and attention to detail

not forgetting an awful lot of patience.