All posts tagged: time

Standardized Time

Whoever standardized time did a piss-poor job. I could tell them for a fact that Wednesday move more slowly when there is less to do, and Mondays always arrive much quicker than they leave, yet Fridays take their sweet time no matter the cheering from the stands because let’s face it they’ve worked out who’s top dog before the firing pistol went off and they don’t need to rush to prove their walking home with gold. Whoever standardized time, did a piss poor job of the whole damn thing. Because a second becomes a moment when the right person holds it, and a minute becomes an hour, when your waiting for the answer or the result, or the next sentence in a conversation you really don’t want to see through. Worst of all is the touch, that barely lasts at all, that goes before you noticed it and leaves you wondering for months if you should have seen it coming.

The Clocks

They forget that we mortals are tied to the clocks Lashed to the turning of gears and old cogs While their youth remains endless and death a rare myth Our years roll by and so grows life’s rift.   Her beauty entranced him when the gardens were young And the rose bushes held buds still to be sprung But restlessness grows in the white of new wings When the promise of flight in the wind whispers and sings.   She’ll forget that mortals are tied to the clocks Lashed to the turning of gears and old cogs And the gardens will bloom in the promise of spring But mortal hands will stop when the final chime rings.   So she’ll lie across steps where their feet once fell And the memories of smiles can still yet be held For his bones have been lost to the passing of time To mix with the soil from where the ivy does climb.

Exhibitions, Readings and Wrong Turns

  (Image Source: Last Saturday Shrewsbury Museum and Art Gallery opened an exhibition called ‘Impressions’, running from the Saturday 5th May to Sunday 3rd June at Rowley’s House. The exhibition is designed to celebrate the art of writing On the eve of the opening there was a (mini) grand opening where all the writers who could attend were invited to read our their pieces to all the other contributors and explain why they chose the subjects for their works. Sounds simple right? Well apparently it’s not. I had originally intended to take one of my best friends and her boyfriend as my guest, thinking that it would cheer her up since she has been a little down recently. However, that day she called me to tell me she was ill and couldn’t make it, so I tried one of the other best friends and invited her and her boyfriend. (My two old best friends have both apparently become surgically attached to their partners.) The plan was that I’d drive the best friend and boyfriend …


If I stopped you one day and asked you for a moment, would you spare it? You see I need to ask you a question and only you can give me your answer, but if you can’t spare me a moment then I suppose I’ll have to be willing to let your answer slip by. You see I can’t promise I’ll be quick, since it’s you who will hold the clock and seconds, minutes, hours can only be counted in your mind. But I’m sorry; you don’t want to hear me rambling. I’ll ask you my question, perhaps you will answer and I’ll move on. Who do you think I am? I’d be very interested to know. I’ve tried to answer myself, but I need a second opinion and I’d like to hear yours. Would you mind terribly? I do hate to be a bother, it’s just I’m a little lost. Not geographically of course, in that sense I’m well and truly… un-lost. But within myself? Well, that’s a little more complicated I suppose. It’s …