QUARTER PAST A FOOT AND A HALF

Time.
Measured in inches
of snow per hour,
its fall accelerated
as I sit exasperated
in my seldom moving auto.
Self-propelled to hell
in seconds and squalls.
As the snow falls
time flies from the skies
Measured in inches
of snow per hour!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #7 – Situation: Time

TURN BACK THE CLOCK?

Against our will, time is fleeting.
Seconds tick as if beating
themselves to an end.
We cannot pretend,
or defend our cheating.

Time and tide do not wait for man,
and we might think we have a plan.
Time does not turn back
and that is a fact
that impacts our lifespan.

So, in a forward march, we go.
And as we near our ends, we’ll know,
if we gave life worth
while we’re here on earth.
From our birth, it will show.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides Poetic Form – Clogyrnach

THE BOY WHO (WHO WOULD BE DOCTOR)

TARDIS2
A TARDIS (Police Box)

Around the neighbourhood he would roam,
saving civilisation close to home.
A boy sized TARDIS was a great deal,
(equipped with TARDIS training wheels).
Just a lad, he was glad that righting wrongs
was a noble fight, as long as it didn’t take all night!
Even young time-lords were quite punctual
as long as the street lamps were fully functional.
Science fiction, or science fact could not
detract from the popularity of this
bi-polarity. The young man, for certain no fool,
light years away from medi-school.
A dozen Doctors have transpired,
the Who’s just a boy, too young to be hired.
But let him play. He’ll grow someday
to be the Who, in every way!
From generation to re-generation,
thanks are due to the BBC station
for giving minds a chance to expand
and travel with this time-travel man!

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES PROMPT #261 – “THE BOY WHO______”