

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


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
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.
~~~
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.
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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
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.
Redux
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.
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
~~~
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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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
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
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
a path unchartered
multitude of outcomes
choose your time wisely