At a recent local Indie Book Fair, a young lady asked if I could write her a poem on ‘Time’ or ‘Smile’ for her upcoming Eisteddfod. I am very touched by the request and she seems happy with this effort – I wish her well!  (and, hopefully, get a recording of her reading 🙂 )

Time flies past,
Tearing memory’s bond.
Adventures speed along,
Lifting us beyond.

Far past taste and feeling,
Where echoes may not last,
And those that do become reframed,
By how we see the past.

Fluid in its nature,
Ever-changing in its flow,
Today, an hour drags so slowly by,
Tomorrow, watch it go!

So, if we strip our time away,
Forget the clock and hands,
What are we really left with?
Just the moment as it stands?

Take the moment you stand in,
Feel its depth and power,
Taste its fragrance, touch its strength,
Lounge within its bower.

Do not rush or miss a part,
Hold onto its truth,
Then ride the wave of times sweet flow,
On and through your youth.

© 2018 Robin McShane

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.


© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane


The Clock Of The World


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.



© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

The Clock Of The World

Life’s Moments


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

Last vestiges of winter take their bite
Into hibernation,
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,


© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

English Haiku – #3 Time and Space


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’

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?


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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Thank you