The Rose of Time

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

The Rose of Time – Podcast

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

You may also enjoy my poem A Scribble In Time

You can listen to all my poems on several podcast platforms here

You can BUY my poems and verses at beverleyjoy.redbubble.com

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