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Daydreams at Night ~ #poetry

21 Tuesday Aug 2018

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A pixie could daydream her days away

Never noticing the time pass her by

And even the fairy who lives in the clock

Has to come out, occasionally, and try

To wake her, from her dreamy state

This is no easy task, for one so small

So, she decided to sit there, daydreaming, too

Into the night, tis when you dream, after all

 

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Evolution ~ #Haiku #RonovanWrites

07 Tuesday Aug 2018

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Like hands on a clock

Through evolution of life

Nature takes her time

 

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Daylight Savings ~ #poetry

11 Sunday Mar 2018

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Too easily, it slips on by
Just like that, it’s gone

Thinking I could get some sleep
Then suddenly, it’s dawn

It seems I’ve lost an hour
Just like that, it disappeared

One minute is was two AM
The next, it felt so weird

Sixty minutes passed me by
And all I did was blink

In my opinion, daylight savings
Does nothing more than stink!

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ Played – #poetry #fantasy

11 Friday Nov 2016

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Eyes that cast a haunting spell

Tick tock, only time will tell

Lost in movements, round and round

Seconds, minutes, time abounds

She has you floating, in her trance

Mesmerizing, with a glance

Staring at the watch, you fade

Realizing, you’ve been played

 

 

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The Clock

06 Sunday Apr 2014

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We are clocks
All of us timed
Not really knowing if
We are early or late

We wind our lives
Around minutes
Instead of moments
Always in a hurry

Eventually, our batteries
Run out, our electric cord
Unplugged
And we realize
It’s too late to recharge

Stop looking at your watch
Instead watch what you’re looking at
Take in all the beauty
For we are never promised
Another day….

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