The exact time is … (IP)

By Rhiannonw

Mon, 03 Oct 2011
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The clock was slightly slow.
No longer would it go
the speed to keep its face correct,
the mechanism worn,
its cogs catch as they turn,
though long ago by skill perfectly made.

The owner had a love of absolute.
He bought a clock that could compute,
and kept in touch by radio wave
with clock atomic – which should shave
a millisecond here and there,
and he would know exactly where
he was within the hour.

So happy then to go his way,
and wander vaguely through his day,
surprised at how the hours fly,
as dozing, reading, time drifts by.

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Rhiannonw, I really liked this poem, it was original. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you, Jenny, glad you enjoyed. I enjoyed gathering the thoughts together from some memories. Rh

 

Submitted by prettyrose on
Hi Riannonw :) I hope your ok :) I enjoyed this poem really great well done :) Keep Writing Keep Smiling :))))

smiley Keep Smiling

Keep Writing xxx

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you Prettyrose. Glad you enjoyed the fun memories based on a real person's love for precision, but vagueness over his 'timetable'! Yes, I'm OK. Was your 'Exact Time' verse autobiographical? If so, you have much to contend with, but seem to tackle it all cheerfully, and looking for the beauty around, and to persevere. Pray you'll know encouragement and support through the difficulties.

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

This is a lovely poem. I think lots of peope are very clock conscious, and I am one of them. I get very annoyed with people who don't start things on time - for instance, the leader of the Keep Fit class I go to. Interestingly enough, she used to work for me, and she was late when I interviewed her for the job.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thanks, Jean. I know it was the combination of particularness about having a notification of the absolutely correct time, combined with an increasing vagueness about how to spend the day that was so interesting at the time.
I remember as a child my father being rather annoyed at something always starting early, and he was determined to get there on time, even if we had to walk in 'apparently late'. The amusing thing was that there was a big Post Office clock opposite the entrance which he would point to to the poor 'man on the door'! Rhiannon