Thinking about technology today and how convenient it is to always have the accurate time on our phones, watches, and devices. Sometimes though, I miss the gentle heartbeat sound of the wind up clock. Don’t miss that loud alarm though.
ticks and tocks,
the repeated winding,
a necessity
to keep the hands moving
and time moving forward.
Then came electric clocks,
where minutes and hours
slid gently into place,
and a battery backup
kept time
pushing forward.
Clocks became radios
and sound machines,
the digital display silent,
with programmable alarms
and snooze settings
to eventually get us up
and going forward.
Now our clocks seem to
magically manage time,
no attention necessary,
keeping up with us
as we rush through it,
relentlessly reminding us
through countless notifications
that daylight is burning.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-09 at 23:50
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In My Time
Time was once measured in sound -ticks and tocks,
the repeated winding,
a necessity
to keep the hands moving
and time moving forward.
Then came electric clocks,
where minutes and hours
slid gently into place,
and a battery backup
kept time
pushing forward.
Clocks became radios
and sound machines,
the digital display silent,
with programmable alarms
and snooze settings
to eventually get us up
and going forward.
Now our clocks seem to
magically manage time,
no attention necessary,
keeping up with us
as we rush through it,
relentlessly reminding us
through countless notifications
that daylight is burning.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-02-09 at 23:50
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