I did not have a tick-tock clock for many many years, until 2019 when I bought a quaint secondhand old fashioned wall clock. I have grown to love the constant rhythmic sound. I find it calming and grounding. When my mind starts racing ahead of itself, I hear the tick-tock in the background and the familiar tone pulls me back to reality, to real-time. I wrote this poem when I was studying, working and volunteering with the music program at my church. One day, my daughter was running late for a very important appointment. Once she ran out the door, I sat down and wrote the idea for this poem. I picked it up this week and spent time writing my idea into this poem. The Rose is my favourite flower. I feature it in many of my poems. Beverley Joy
Time is like holding a stemmed rose
How we hold it determines how we experience it.
If we rush through each moment in time
Worrying about what must be done today
Thinking back over yesterday
We will miss it; not even see it…
The Rose of Time that just blossomed by our side
The seconds, the minutes that tick through our life.
Too often we live in the future; regretting the past
Busy today on meaningless tasks
Special moments with family and friends
Blossom and fade as we rush away.
When we do stop, we grab at time
“Quick, let’s do this now, I have only one hour.”
As we snatch at The Rose of Time, we bruise the petals
The thorn pierces and rips at our skin.
Family and friends are now distressed
Some are no longer interested
Special moments don’t blossom on demand
Oh, the pain of time forced by command.
When we hold loosely The Rose of Time
It falls out of our control due to our lack of a plan
Time ticks on through interruptions
Energy wanes from frustration.
When we hold The Rose of Time too tight,
To our expectations and desires
What we think must happen, when, where and how
What ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ be done by the hour.
Let’s loosen our tight grip
On the thorny Rose of Time
Stop fighting against its predictable sound
And the pain and chaos will soon be gone.
Hold gently the Rose of Time
Admire its commanding splendour
And its relentless perfection
Accept time’s methodical tone.
Each moment in time offers an opportunity
To choose how we react to what is happening
As the hands of time control our daily lives,
Sync in with time, its rhythm, its chimes.
Beverley Joy © 2019 of Simply Story Poetry
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