Time

We can observe time when we look at our watches, and we can sense time when we reflect on our lives and realize how quickly time passes. We feel it when we contemplate the events in our lives and consider their consequences and our emotions. If there were no differences…

Sitting with a coffee cup on a sunny day, life feels more vibrant. I stare outside my small-rustic window and observe young lovers sprawling through the streets, creating memories… You automatically smile, right? And, so did I. When monsoon came, I switched to a cup of warm tea, the one…

“A man who dares to waste one hour of life has not discovered the value of life.”- Charles Darwin Time management is a crucial skill that can help us achieve our goals and live a more balanced life. By managing our time effectively, we can get more done in less…

My Work in the February 2023 issue of Failed Haiku by John J. Dunphy The theme of this issue was time. fireplace mantle its clock permanently stopped on his wife’s time of death *** circled in black a date on the convict’s calendar *** daylight savings time my car clock adjusted by our tech-savvy grandchild John J. Dunphy’s poetry collections include Stellar Possibilities, Zen Koanhead, pagan rites, Old Soldiers Fading Away, Dark Nebulae, Bullet Cluster and Touching Each Tree.

Gifts have many different shapes and forms for each of us. But the universal one that we all can give and equally long to receive is the gift of time. The time you spent cooking a meal for a close friend is rewarded not only by their joy when tasting the food. They are also gifting you their time spent with you, in your place. A priceless exchange. You gifted me a minute of your day reading what I wrote, and I am forever grateful that the time l spent writing it was recognised and appreciated by someone.

Life, that useful waste of time A stretch of the imagination A mere pulse in magnetic fields Pushing us irrevocably Through realms of energy Beyond our comprehension Life, that wasteful use of time That endless, fierce pursuit Of what we can never grasp Illusions shimmering on the mind’s edge A sense of control that ever fails us Notably when it matters most Time, that useful waste of life Sequential and consequential When becomes what then was Before something to look after Dreams and wishes dissolve into later A day to catch before it fades