Cogs rotate, interlocking;
Brass indents turning;
Measuring our time changes.
Haiku and photo Copyright Englepip©
In response to:
Debbie Smyth, 12 January 2020
Posted as part of One Word Sunday
Cogs change
time
Frozen Forest
A sudden chill
And Autumn turns to winter
Overnight.
Leaves that have clung
Through Autumn gales
Now frozen on each bough
Cling tentatively
Before succumbing to the chill
And falling one by one
By one.
The freezing fog lies
Long into the day,
Mist throughout the
Forest rests
On bracken fronds beneath
Turning them ice-white frosty.
It is as though time has stopped
And nature has withdrawn
To think about its future,
Giving the world
A much needed
Breathing space.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip©
Watching butterflies
White fluttering among the flowers
Chasing and kissing; parting and missing
Landing on the blossom
Sucking up the nectar
Landing on the leaf and depositing
Tiny eggs, miniscule lives
Then fluttering off into the blue sky.
Life deposited; begun with a flutter.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip©
The gun at noon
With precision and aplomb,
The ceremony’s begun
And the soldier marches quick
Around the gun.
Dressed in military red
With his shako on his head,
He steps around the cannon
To his post.
Then with solemnity polite
He lights the fuse and sets alight
The shot that marks the noon
On Guernsey Isle.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip©
Please read the following link for more information on this ceremony.
via Daily Prompt: Ceremony
Time flies
Sometimes things just get in the way
Too much to do and too much to say.
Sometimes busyness takes us over,
Hard to live, when jobs spillover.
Sometimes those we love get ignored
They take up time we cannot afford.
Sometimes time just runs away
And it’s gone before the end of the day.
And if you think I’m just being witty
Wasting your time with a rhyme or a ditty
Then consider the following if you can
What’s the purpose of every (wo)man
If we can’t laugh, love, lead a life that’s true
Cos we’re making excuses that our time flew,
Telling each other there’s no time for you.
Then who are we really and do we deserve
To even exist on this wonderful earth?
So take a moment, a minute, or even an hour
To balance your life and take back the power:
To make your life calmer, even serene:
To begin to remember who you’ve been
Before things took over and time became mean.
Then life will improve and you will feel new;
Take time to consider how time plays with you.
Photo by Englepip©
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