Time marches on
Haiku about movement through history until a time capsule is opened
In the years that a time capsule sits buried in the ground, a lot is taking place above the earth. The encapsulated materials might be forgotten until the date arrives when they are to be viewed but life is going on nonetheless. This Haiku offers a different way of processing the passing of time until the capsule is opened.
Rhythm pulse and pace
The Tempo beat and cadence
of time now exposed
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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A capsule relegated to time
Tic Toc The Steve Miller Band song Fly Like an Eagle tells us that Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping into the future. And he did not lie. The idea of a time capsule placed in the earth in 1973 that will be opened in 2023, 50 years later is amazing. The contents have remained intact and encapsulated until the day of the unveiling. Life and time have marched on but whatever is inside is unscathed by life happening above ground. With each tick of the tock the old-fashioned hands on a clock moved along through seconds, minutes, hours, days months years, and decades until the moment of unveiling is at hand. This Haiku sums up the time capsule experience.
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