Tuesday, December 16, 2008

LV - The Time of Your Life.


Laura Jayne at Pictures, Poetry & Prose poses a daily writing challenge.
This poem is in response to the prompt "Time".
To be read in a rhythmic tick-tock fashion.

The time of your life.

Tick tock
Old clock
First cry
Mothers sigh
Solid food
Photo nude
Mother heard
First word
Wings spread
Own bed
Fun play
School day
Young love
White doves
Hot kiss
Near miss
First time
Gold ring
Choirs sing
Passion wild
First child
Second spouse
Third house
Kids grown
Own phone
Soul mate
Over weight
Joint wear
Grey hair
Work spent
Back bent
Rest home
Nursing care
Rocking chair
Church bells
Tick tock
Tick tock

© J Cosmo Newbery
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  1. You make this look so easy. Do you dream in rhyme?

  2. No, but sometimes I can't sleep in rhyme.

  3. That was brilliant! I could see it all in my head... this is one of my favorites :).

  4. I'm still on my first wife. Should I worry?

  5. incredible.

    so what IS the secret ?

  6. this is...GREAT!

    By the way,
    leaving tonight from Cairo, Egypt (expats here) for a holiday to Australia!!! can't wait...

  7. uh oh ..
    i find myself on the bottom third of your brilliant tick tock poem here ..
    but still with the same spouse ..

  8. justsomethoughts: Pinot noir.

    BLOGitse: Have a great trip. Coming to Melbourne?

    Foam: There's still time... (just joking Mr Foam, just joking)

  9. nope...Been there...about 8 yrs ago, really nice city!
    Now we go only to Adeleide...My husband is going to bungee jump! Me NO way!
    gonna take photos, video...

    I'll be back here - next year! :-)

  10. funny how our life span can be summarized down to such a concise retrospective. And you hit all the high points and a few of the side effects. Nice work, sir. Did you receive your new tunes??

  11. Beautifully thought out and written,nice to look back on memories.
    I'm at the stage on your tick tock poem where I am looking for a soul mate. ♥

  12. Life does seem to tick tock past too quickly. I was out of breath at the end of the poem which was the equivalent of a sprint through life.PHEW!


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