Between tick and tock,
Between tick and tock ... make each minute count.
noticing the present.
Each minute, precious.
Never enough time,
except when we have to wait.
Each minute crawls by.
Aging tells the truth:
fewer future years than past.
Each minute flies by.
MarianI have recently retired from a marketing and technical writing and editing career and am thoroughly enjoying writing for myself and others.
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moving, right on!, well written
So true, so true Mare.
Where oh where did the years go?
Amazing how this perception works, Dana. How we deal with minutes and seconds, blink, and suddenly a year has gone by.
These haikus are lovely, Mare. I love how the last line of each one starts with “Each minute” and then has a different take on what it means.
Thank you, Suzy. Our perceptions change depending on many circumstances, but each minute, crawling or flying by, is still precious.
Profound, Mare. You have written truths here.
Thank you, Betsy.
Great haiku, Marian. You have captured the essence of time and our shifting perceptions of it.
Thanks, Laurie. Sometimes less is more.
Well done. Less is indeed more. All so true.
Thank you, Khati!
I enjoyed your haikus on time, Marian. The thing about this form of writing is that it forces the writer to follow E.B. White’s sage advice, “Less is more.” And in the case of your writing, there is so much expressed so well, in so few words. Thanks for the reminders these lines deliver.
Thanks Jim. It is challenging but very satisfying to write sparingly on occasion.
Beautiful use of the haiku form, Marian. There’s something about the precision and simplicity that the form demands that speaks so deeply to the nature of time.
Your simple, minimal words remind me of this simple poem by Robert Lowell: As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new – and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
Thank you, Charles. The Robert Lowell poem is new to me and rings true. Let’s hear it for rhyme schemes.