The Inkwell
Its a small gap tween each mark on the clockface
count them all up and you’ll find there’s sixty
as the second hand passes each mark
the long clock arm moves ever so slightly
around the same mark
moving closer to the hour mark
that’s probably why they call them Minute
#fowc #brilliant
bursting colour out into the night sky
revellers watching the sight as the bells chime
it’s almost time for old father time to switch with his younger brother
launching a whole new year
light show of exploding sparkle
it’s like someone’s brightened up the darkness
and people are partying under it as the new year arrives
note the whooshing of the rockets and
the sound of the crowd as they travel towards the moon
#MLMM #Taleweaver #Time
A piece from the notebooks for this prompt – enjoy….Inky.
Time has many colours
The golden grains of sand in summer
that change the further south you go
moving by plane or wheels to and fro
Time denotes a special treat
An egg at easter, or a birthday type eat
or opening presents on Christmas morn
parents watch as the wrapping is torn
Time measures cooking of your Breakfast egg
or your Sunday Ham or Roast Lamb Leg
Time is the Now and the then on the Line
which crafts the drink from the grape on the vine
Time never stops, time moves on
that moment goes by, and then it has gone
Sand passes through chamber, and moves on the hand
of the watch on your wrist, humble or grand
And scholars of old, note history
of the Time, where men and women fought tyranny
A precious resource – its there, then its gone
Till your time runs out – but time moves on
#promptuarium
Taking a train up to the coast
admiring the view and maybe
keeping a photo of the scenery
inside the hut on top of the hill theres
numbers of pictures you can take
gemstones lie under your feet (if you know where to find them)
ascending ? why not descend down to that
beach where that blue water laps
relax by the shoreline and
enjoy the sunshine – the cove’s a suntrap
and if you fancy a cuppa – the beach cafe will be open soon
kreative minds among you can make castles on the beach
#Socs #If #Inkdropnotkipling
If people could be a little more thoughtful
and not thought of emptying shelves
there might not be “panic buying”
indeed – there’d be stuff for yourself
If people could be a bit kinder
the world would be a happier place
and they’d be looking around at their hometown
instead of staring out into space
If some could think of the others
instead of their wallets instead
then the others could make bread,
of standing outside foodbanks led
If some shared their knowledge with others
you’d find that fellow a home that is warm
and things to keep him inside, instilling pride
instead of being outside like the norm
#fowc #pendulum
Keeping time and motion in balance
as time moves forward
so does the pendulum
ever so slightly
keeping the cogs and wheels
hidden at the back of the clock
turning the hour and minute hands
#Writeclub
based on the prompt “if you fail, try again”
Achievement they say,
is a wonderful thing.
He left the grand halls of learning
with each wrinkle on his worn face
turning upwards
Plenty of Sand had
made its way through
this learners egg timer
Perseverance – the key
and the cracking of those
Mystical codes – they call formulae
Younger peers – had scaled the tops
but it didn’t matter to this elderly pops
for years he’d had to settle for “D”s
but now in Maths – he’d got a “C”
#Character #Space #Universe #writeclub
While the planets
Go round the Sun (our star)
and far off systems
go round their own stars
something keeps
space and time moving
The old man of space
keeps mother milky way , Andromeda
and her other brothers and sisters
turning while he watches on
There have been times
when he really wanted a change of scene
but instead – he kept going
in the same direction
So don’t be dismayed – if the stars out at night
seem out of place – and not quite right
Our dear old universe just want’s to play
It’s why all the patterns don’t look the right way
#Napowrimo #time
Salford 22nd April 2021
The preparations had been perfect
but now the grains of sand
were quickly falling away
running like an olympian
to catch the tram to the station
indescribable feelings
as you watched the golden tram
rolling down the rail towards
your destination
so you sit, with your bag and your tickets
waiting in hope, the next airport tram
will be along soon
#napowrimo
It wasn’t the walk through wintery woods
that bothered this hardened explorer
or the westerly wind knocking
on the wooden window frame
or the wait for his dinner to be cooked on
his camping gas stove
It was more the length of time
spent dunking his oaty ships biscuits in his tea
before the biscuit fell into his mug.
The Inkwell