Poetry Day 20 — Time Stands Still

Part of the prompts for today’s OctPoWriMo includes: “Have you ever had a moment in time that you wished you could stop and live in? Have you ever wished you could control time even if for just a little while? What would you do? What moment would you make last longer? Write about time and what you would do if you were in control of it. Today you get to be a Time Lord!”

One of the suggested forms is Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon. There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is abcb.

The first poem is the loop poem and the second, the one about wanting to make time stand still, follows it.


in the time of work

work time is measured

measured by purpose

purpose not treasured


appointments are scheduled

scheduled by quarter hours

hours for appointments

appointments not ours


meetings galore, hearings crunched in

in relentless marching outlook blocks

blocks solid with busy-ness

busy-ness of purpose, driven by clocks


lunchtime is rushed, hearings demand

demand to … be heard. mad hares rush

rush to the hearing, only to wait

wait, then listen until brain turns to mush


no time for vacation  no time for days off

off means you need to find coverage for you

you when returned face the accumulated paperwork

paperwork that has bred like rats on the shelf


documentation report preparation

preparation of documents for files not eyes

eyes mostly skim carefully prepared reports

reports on the notes of professional spies


time for annual review, where you’re fed a view

view of the good, bad, and ugly of you,

you sit there and smile and you think all the while

while i’ve been here 25 years, only the supervisor is new


all those years have gone by, now the blink of an eye

eye now watering with happiness and relief

relief no more maulings, threatenings, the time grind

grind that didn’t make me quit. Time for disbelief.


in the time of retirement

retirement frees the constriction of time

time does its thing. i do mine.

sometimes we do lunch, and that’s fine.


* * *

wake, eyes closed, soft breath

light resting on my eyelids

i rise whenever


12 Comments Add yours

  1. Cara Hartley says:

    I don’t do well being a slave to the clock, but in this life, it has been my lot to have a clock attached to me like a dead albatross. This poem is so very true!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      glad you can relate to it, but not glad for the clock attachment. i retired in June and to go from the first poem to the second poem has been a real adjustment!

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  2. I really like this form of poetry. I shall try it sometime 💕

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    1. msjadeli says:

      i like it also and will use it again.

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  3. Another great poem and can so relate to this!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      glad it connected with you, Sam. the poem about your dad was so heartfelt

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  4. Shuku says:

    Jade, you’ve been looking into my brain haven’t you! ‘Paperwork like rats on a shelf.’ I relate SO HARD. To ALL of it. Fantastic use of the loop form too, it really highlights the ‘loop’ of work!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      didnt think about the loop of work until now. thank you for the insight 🙂


  5. Dawn D says:

    I teally liked both poems.
    I hate that you felt like this at work, glad it’s over for you now.

    Hope you get more and more of those timeless moments 😊

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      thank you Dawn. glad and hopeful also 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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