Chromatic

you stole me from Tuesday

swept me away to Wednesday

now here we are

sipping on a cocktail

of present, past and future

when we sat, swaddled

under the cherry moon that

hovered over shadow-painted mesas

I forgot my battlefield earth

and the sound of my aching heart

do you know the color of night?

I think you do …

ice-blue hues of frozen time

blush-strokes, shades of bliss

undertones of you

shining through

Written in response to Lillian’s Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub. She has challenged us to include in our poems, the names of movies that have won the Golden Raspberry Awards. There are 13 to choose from. I used the following – Cocktail, Under the Cherry Moon, Battlefield Earth, Color of Night, and Shining Through.

Lillian has also asked those who frequent our virtual pub to fill out a questionnaire regarding Open Link Night LIVE. Your input is appreciated. Thanks!

Nine O’Clock

 

I don’t know the reason I wake up around nine every morning. Late in terms of the working world. Being outside of that, it seems perfect. I’m not sure what makes me sit in the same corner of my couch, hands warmed by my hot tea, slippered feet curled up, sun spilling on my face.

I don’t know why at that very moment when everything felt fine in my world, yours was exploding. How could I possibly slumber while you edged closer to your demise? What reason is there for my contentment and your pain? I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has it’s own reason for being and you had your reason for leaving it.

 

 

For Merril’s Prosery: Possibilities prompt at

dVerse Poets Pub

She asked us to include the following from “Possibilities” by Wislawa Szymborska…

“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has it’s own reason for being”

 

No What If’s

 

It all happens in

One unexpected trice

The way the wind catches the door

The instant the ocean bursts into art form

As it crashes against the reef

The fluke of snowflakes in April

Your heart gives you wings

Unpredictable things and you

Can either

…………..pause

watching them pass

Or leap

 

We welcome Merril as a new pubtender at dVerse Poets Pub, hosting our first Poetics for 2019!

She has asked us to “consider time and space and what if?” Join us!

Happy New Year!

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Now

 

 

time does not freeze frame

wings not wasted meet the sun

dreams happen in flight

~

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/now/

 

Preservation

 

Even clarity is a journey

There are no seconds sweet enough

To freeze for future use

You desperately hold on

To every crystal clear moment

Before watching them free fall

Like droplets reflecting your soul

Destined to the mulch

Of victories and blunders

Enriching your past

To the roots you stand on

This ground you dance on

So decorated

With all that you are

 

Sands of Time

Time is irrelevant

No meaning cast

Daylight dishonored

 By shadows of the past

Seasons slide easily

Through white knuckled fists

Like tiny bright crystals

Too weak to resist

Time is a gift

To be treasured or wasted

Portraits and images

Carefully pasted

Time is mind altered

We stand early or late

Pausing… resuming

But time does not wait

Time is man measured

Designed and driven

Assumed,  forsaken

Granted,  God given