Snow Day in March (one)

Posted in Daily Photo

“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Snow Day in March

It was supposed to be a sunny day in spring
But as the clock struck with a loud ding
The snowflakes started to sing

Down, down it poured
The drains started to roar
My eyes started to sore
Was it tears or the snow fall?
Oh, March, why art thou such a bore!

Snow Day in March (two)

Posted in Daily Photo

“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Snow Day in March

Flakey snowflakes,
The earth did shake
But oh, what total fakes
When onto the ground they lay
For a while did they stay
But much to someone’s dismay
The flakey flakes
Slowly faded away

Daylight Savings

Posted in Simply Poetry

“I don’t mind going back to daylight saving time.
With inflation, the hour will be the only thing I’ve saved all year”
Victor Borge

Daylight Savings

Lost an hour
Feeling sour
Without power
Like a flower
Without petals
A tangy metal
Taste in my mouth
Things going south
All because of daylight savings
There are no other cravings
Than sleep one more hour

Seconds

Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives

“Even if it turns out that time travel is impossible,
it is important that we understand why it is impossible”
Stephen Hawking

Seconds

Heart beating
Time is running out
Only a few seconds left
For the ultimate request
Using a different route
Feels like cheating

Finally reaching
My own hideout
No time for rest
Only doing my best
No time for tryout
Parameter breaching

Safely in my blue box
Punching the clock
Time starts moving
Seconds removing
Going backwards
Against standards

They said
It couldn’t be done
But did I bet
And know I am gone
Back in time
Trying to find
…My future