How Far We’ve Come

Inspired by What do you see #334

eyes have always
searched new horizons
blood, sweat, and tears shed
hard labor and determination
won us exciting discoveries
now at our fingertips
answers and explorations
are child’s play

Glenis Moore

Edges 

Walking the field edge
birds rise up at my approach
dust motes on the wind

Snow flakes 

There’s snow in the air
fluttering faintly downwards
the white flakes glinting
like falling stars lost in space
until they land and just fade.

Threat

Squawking, fluttering furiously
the goldfinch battles his opponent,
stabbing wildly and savagely in vain
at his own reflection
in the window pane.

Waiting 

Sunlight
through spotted glass
throws misshapen shadows
into the forsaken room while
time waits. 

Differences

I notice her hands are bent, the fingers
sloping away from the index. However,
it does not prevent her from writing long letters.
I think of our time on Milford Sound,
the clouds watering the land, tears of joy in our eyes
and I ask her if she has mentioned that trip.
She looks up: “I just remember the rain”,
she says and simply carries on writing.

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Glenis Moore is a poet who currently lives in the flatlands of the Fens just outside of Cambridge, UK, with her partner and three rescue cats. When she is not writing, she knits, cycles, and runs 10K races slowly. She is the author of the poetry chapbook Pond Life.

This is Moore’s first feature with The Short of It.

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This Earthly Trip

Inspired by What do you see #293

quantifying time
experiences fill our days
life rushes us faster

our captured moments
take us back and slow us down
memories relived

Timewasters

Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #365 &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Chroma

do choose pure intent
those always adding value
bright chroma beings

***NOTE – My friend, Shanon, introduced me to the term “Timewasters.” I’m happy to share her thoughts with a wider audience.

Time

Redux

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I can’t hold the present.
It’s slipping away,
lost to the past.
No stopping the future.

Originally published 12/19/2018 on I Write Her.

Ivor Steven

New Light

Cascading sunshine
Falls into my cloudy eyes
Cold ponds feel new light

Further Down

From the Pandemic’s
Depressing downs
Into my Covid’s
Dressing gown

Finality

after we have consumed
the leftover wine
and desecrated the sundial’s shadow
the dark side of the moon
will finally recede from view

Co-existence

Beneath the trees and bushes
Lives an underground network
Prospering on giving and receiving

Our Time

Time waits for no one
Everyone passes in time
Time hears no commands

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Ivor Steven, formerly an Industrial Chemist and then a Plumber, is now retired; he has been published in numerous anthologies and online magazines. He has two self-published books, Tullawalla and Perceptions. Ivor is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia) and an appointed writer for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA). He was first featured in 2022 and was nominated for the 2022 Pushcart Prize for his piece – The Sum is One. You can read his features and reblog by clicking HERE.

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Reblogs – Laura Denise & Paul Vincent Cannon

All we have is time between birth and death. As I mentioned to Paul, “time is everything yet only truly held one moment at a time, it can be fleeting or like an eternity and each experience is unique.” Do make good use of it.

Present Turning by Laura Denise

footprints in the sand 
headed to the sunset, 
the present turning 
to memories 
with each leisurely step 

time stands still 
yet it doesn’t, 
simultaneously 
moving 
while holding forever 
the moment 

no turning back 
as history proceeds, 
no undoing 
impressions 
once the pressure 
is released 

and the shape 
is ingrained 
indelibly 

though the tide 
may wipe 
the slate clean 

and the imprint 
may no longer 
be seen 

only time 
may be able to change 
the feelings 

what kind 
of trail 
are you leaving? 

footprints in the sand 
headed to the sunset, 
the present turning 
to memories 
with each step 

A Haiku for Time by Paul Vincent Cannon

days within all days  
time quickly passes slowly  
river laps my feet 

Cycles

Lunar Eclipse photo
Ramiro Martinez – Unsplash

the sun rising in the east, yet setting in the west
an ever occurring, unending beginning and end
a human’s course can fade and then begin to brighten
also ever occurring
but eventually lives end while others begin to live
we’re not on a continuum like the sun and the moon

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix

Passages

time ticks by second by second
flowing into the next hour
as it leads one to days
days become weeks
weeks turn into years
and years eventually become our end

every being experiences
the components of time
but will they be blessed with romance
or suffer with strife
choosing to engage heartily in joyous emotions
or be reduced to overflowing tears

will they experience all things possible
mentally, physically and emotionally
in the journey they embark on
or will their life’s moments feel like a burden
in the seconds, hours, days, weeks and years
before time has run out

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #172 – Components of Time
& Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Romance

Watch

a path unchartered
multitude of outcomes
choose your time wisely