Friday’s English Haiku – #18

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Bright wild flames of time
Wondering where breathing starts
Floating brighter days

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Time Moves

 

crowded where you live

Time arrives,
Flying in through open windows,
Displaying scenes from life,
Fleeting, fleeing, freeing.

Years leave,
Walking out through closed doors,
Leaving experiences now gone,
Fleeting, fleeing, freeing.

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

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The Clock Of The World

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All because of time,
Meaningless in the void,
Endless while we chase it,
This lock we try to loid.

It isn’t real.

Following clock around the world,
Faces tightly screwed and curled,
Bodies mangled, tangled, grooved,
Minds all twisted, turned and toothed,
While night to day turns day to night,
Zig and zagging, dark to light.

Yet you are still,
As mother moves,
Shall we take the challenge?

Mark the movement?
Lose the moment?
Flow and light the flame?

Forever searching,
Forever finding,
Forever losing way.

Balancing time with life,
Finding wrong and right,
Nothing but momentary movement,
Perceptions and perspectives.

Whilst you remain still,
Watching in silence
Reminding us of
A better way.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

The Clock Of The World

Life’s Moments

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Sunday rises,
Yet I’m not sure I see it,
Through the misty veils of sight,
It feels grey, rainy,
Cold.

Last vestiges of winter take their bite
Into hibernation,
Waiting,
For summer will pass,
As all seasons do,
Faster and faster,
Each year blurring to the next,
One long tapestry of life and time,
No divide,
No partition,
Moments
Made
Of
This.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

English Haiku – #3 Time and Space

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Time, space, suspended
Movement racked, straining, puce faced
Energy restrained

Your outer shell breaks
Dimensions flood rapidly
Time and space released

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Bridge of Time – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 28 (to prompt)

I went from ‘here’ to ‘there’ in the blink of an eye
So fast that sides were not seen
Let alone touched
If there were even sides
Which I’m not sure there were.

I don’t know
One moment ‘here’, the next, ‘there’
Amazing!

But now ‘there’ is ‘here’
So where is here?
And be quick
Before this ‘here’ becomes a past ‘there’
You know, where I was then
In the past
When I knew which was ‘there’ and ‘here’
Where there was a difference
Before the bridge
Took it all away
Jumping water, crossing valley
Bridging time
‘Here’ to ‘there’

Dang, there it goes
Now we’re’ there’, not ‘here’ anymore
Or has ‘there’ now become ‘here’?

Yep, we’re here now
Not ‘there’
‘There’ has happened
Or is it still to come?

Maybe we should just stay on the bridge
Perpetually in between ‘there’ and ‘here’
Ha! Now that will take some courage
I wonder if it’s even possible
To be neither ‘here’ nor ‘there’
Simply ‘Now’
Or is that ‘here’
Or, once it’s past, ‘there’?

Maybe ‘here’ and ‘there’ are really everywhere
All at one time
The here and now
The there and now

But then, who needs a bridge?

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The prompt for today: “to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.”

Do hope you enjoy my effort! My brain is still fuzzed! 🙂

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Time Bites – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 11 (off prompt)

Time flagrantly bites the day,
Wordlessly chews it away,
Hiding in frantic turns and twists
The tongue of havoc, chaos, anarchy.

Perceived as running, in truth
It stands quietly watching,
Ruminating,
Waiting for us to find it,
Fill it,
Furnish it with meaning,
Beyond which it is meaningless,
Vacuous,

Until it bites.

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Time – Poetry 201 – Day 10 (last day!)

The details for this final day of ‘Writing 201 – Poetry’ are to write a sonnet with the prompt of the future using Chiasmus (essentially a reversal of words, phrases or concepts).

I wrote ‘Time 2’ first (after much editing!), then realized it wasn’t in iambic pentameter! So, I played with it to get it there (okay – almost!) – see ‘Time 1’. Iambic pentameter is the more classic and recognized meter for a sonnet. These days however, it seems we do have a little more room! I have also mixed the rhyming structure between the original Italian  sonnets and….well…my own (I think!).

So, some help please:- a) are these sonnets? and b) which do you prefer and why?

All suggestions very welcome! Am a little confused on this one especially as I prefer Time 2 as a poem!

So, to the poems:

Time 1
By moving forwards back, then backwards fore,
The game’s afoot, now time’s illusion gaunt,
To live in the past, where hopes lie tattered and taunt,
Or move to the future, where hopes lie scattered galore,
A difficult choice when always searching for more,
With opening pathways appearing so nonchalant,
And ghosts of the past reappear, continuing to haunt,
It’s all so confusing, and hurts us to the core.
To live in a moment full of pain and frustration,
Or live in the moment present, feel the perfection,
It is ours to choose, ours to make a selection,
Forwards or backwards or, simply, take no direction,
Living, enjoying the moment we find ourselves in,
Love it, be grateful and ask it to fold us within.

Time 2
Moving forwards and backwards, then backwards and fore,
The game’s now afoot, time illusive and gaunt,
Could live in the past where my hopes lie and taunt,
Or move to the future, where hopes lie galore,
A difficult choice when searching for more,
With opening pathways so nonchalant,
And ghosts of the past continuing to haunt,
It’s all so confusing, it hurts to the core.
To live in a moment full of frustration,
Or live in the moment, feel the perfection,
It is ours to choose, to make a selection,
Forwards or backwards or take no direction,
Simply enjoying the moment we’re in,
Live it and love it, enfold us within.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane