Tick Tock Chekhov
Tick-tock, tick-tock, a wooden hand,
It marks the seconds, commands the sand,
A pulse of time, precise and clear,
A clockwork heart that all can hear.
It counts the spaces, lines the bars,
A pendulum beneath the stars,
In every beat, a silent vow,
To keep the pace, to teach the now.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it sways with grace,
An endless dance, a measured pace,
For every note it calls, it guides,
Through steady tempos, smooth as tides.
It holds the song within its hold,
From nimble youth to notes grown old,
A guardian of rhythm’s sway,
The metronome, both night and day.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it hums alone,
A quiet guide, carved out of stone,
And though it stands without a sound,
It moves us all, the world around.
Apple Beth
The Pieces the Soul Knows
The heart's silent tremor before it breaks,
The shadows left by each choice it makes;
A whispered doubt, a fleeting thrill,
The soul alone can hold them still.
Moments unlived in quiet repose,
The dreams abandoned when sorrow rose,
The nights adrift on a restless tide,
Where truths of the heart and fear collide
The questions lingered, left unasked,
The wounds endured beneath the mask;
For eyes may see but not reveal
The edges softened only to heal.
These are the pieces no song will sing,
Nor tales recount, nor poets bring;
They live in silence, deep and wide,
In the soul’s vast sea, they ebb and hide.
Bright Sparks
Little stars, they land like light,
New souls upon our shores,
With eyes that hold the world's first dawn
And futures yet explored.
They dance where dreams are just begun,
Each step, a spark anew,
And as they learn to shape their worlds,
Our own world broadens, too.
They ask us why the sky is blue,
Or how a seedling grows,
And through their questions, wondrous things
Return to what we know.
For every laugh and every tear
They bring with open hearts,
They teach us joy, they teach us love,
A thousand treasured arts.
So lucky are we, stewards here,
Of each bright soul we meet--
To share this earth, to share this life,
With hearts so wild and sweet.
In every child, the world finds hope,
New paths, a rising sun.
They leave their mark, like stars above,
Bright constellations spun.