Blog, Poetry, Time, Writing

The Passing of Time

black and white photo of clocks

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When I saw this photo it gave me a flash of inspiration. A mass of clocks all ticking at the same time. I think, as you grow older time seems to fly by; you sometimes find yourself wondering where the time goes…

 

The Passing of Time

 

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Faster and faster

Time flies by

In days

Then months

Into years….

*****

My head’s spinning

Where are we going?

Falling, further

And further…

 *****

It’s another new day

A baby cries

Longing for its milk

Placated by it’s bottle

 

Morning chorus singing

As a child murmurs

Teddy dangling from its hand

Questioning, all the time

 

Noonday sun shines bright

A school child plays

Dreaming of home time

But has no answers

 

In the heat of the afternoon

A teenager fashionista

Self consciously

Struggles to understand

 

In the fading sun

An adult works hard

Earning a daily living

Hoping to achieve

 

Darkness surrounds us now

As an old person reads

Looking for inspiration

What is it all for?

 *****

The tick, tock, tick, tock

Is it even faster and faster still….

Sadly, time

Slows for no one.

Poem by Nick

Blog, Condor, Grand Canyon, Poetry, Writing

A bird’s eye view of the Grand Canyon

grand canyon
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A break from the familiar this week.

An adventure into the distance with a difference, soaring, free above mammoth rock shapes…

canyon clouds daylight desert
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In front of me stretches a vast sight, the Grand Canyon. The profile of the rock is striking; it varies so much.

Some of the rock face has collapsed due to erosion and incredible shapes have been created in the rock.

I’m a condor and I’m perched on some rock, on top of the rim looking down into the canyon.

As I take off I drift, effortlessly across the sky, and look down onto the Colorado River below.

grand canyon during sunset
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As it winds through the majestic rock, it glistens in the sunshine.

I look up and see the clouds cast dark shadows onto the rock below.

The yellow and orange tinges of colour are contrasted by the dark shadows.

Yesterday the rain came and flooded everywhere; now the rapids are flowing faster.

Clouds covered the tops of the rock from view for a while.

The air feels really clean and fresh; it’s really peaceful here; I can hear the rush of the wind around my wings, as I soar higher into the sky.

It seems like I can fly forever here and see gigantic rock structures stretching into the distance for miles and miles.

brown mountains
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