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.

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