Time to Stop

I tell you, it's been a trying time
We've been trying to tell the time

It began at quarter past nine just fine
By quarter to ten they began to whine

The journey from digital to analogue
The tale I'll tell you via this blog

They seem to have a mental block
Regards the mighty shiboleth 'clock'
   

It was a slow day down by the river

It was a slow day down by the river; at first he didn’t see them

Content to feel the breeze fan off the cool clear water

Presently, from the corner of his eye he spied a glint of copper

Next, gold, then, bronze and myriad, as yet unnamed, metallic hues

Ranks of shimmering fish, each the brother to one another

Yet all unique, no two of like metallic sheen and glint

It was a slow day down by the river; and then he didn’t see them

(Written in response to a challenge by a colleague.)