It is yesterday’s news, but you might read it some distant tomorrow, never knowing the when of it all. It fell apart again, but no one knew the signs; they were too busy in their lives of satisfactory rhyme.
The dregs in the pot that provided the coffee could perhaps illuminate, but by then, it was probably too late. Broken hearts litter the ground where discordant words often find their sound.
A whisper of waking to the morning linen gives hope, but the bed contains only one body, insufficient for an incident of joy.
Tomorrow is the predicate of yesterday, but today wends away. Fortune is no lasting friend but slips off with a passing wind. One seldom remembers but never forgets a love vanishing to purchase what survives beyond regret.
Familiar, those bonds forged over a bundle of years breaking down into stifled tears disallowed to tumble from wary eyes. No one left to ensure feeling together thrives.
Whatever happened To the ones who drifted by Not knowing the names Of the places once traveled, But drinking the wine, despite? Maybe the meeting Of another changed the face Of one, perhaps more, Bringing smiles that sang loudly Of happiness, shared bedrooms. There may be others Like the one in a blue suit Who was returning From a funeral wished not To have attended, hopeless. Reckon all these lives Will little remember how Each place held lilies In blue vases chased with gold, If memory stays at all.
When a life departs A body, only remains, An assortment of Discarded things, relationships, Without breath or animation. Memory struggles, fades, As ensuing days Go on with whoever Contains the treasure, hard To guard, uneasily measured. A longing persists To catch a glimpse, hear a phrase, Sweet visage, clear voice Held dear, but lost from here. Never, never, until some Future, Divine Presence gives Overdue reconciliation Uniting those who, wander, Later in, with kith and kin. No need can find all, Disembarking space and time, Leaves suddenly adrift, behind; What had meaning, without beholder Begins to decay and molder. Oh Death, how unjust your taking Leaving Life to spoils shoulder.
1. Heroes are only These dreams we greatly esteem, But may never meet, No love we share between, yet, We hope their joy is replete. 2. Blowing up his phone – A need I cannot postpone, But no rainbows come; Talking to me is a chore He rather not, anymore. 3. I love you more now Than when first I invited You to share my heart Knowing over time how grace Has greatly forgiven me.
Where life goes Staggering around corners Trying to escape The grief when too much is lost Or drunk on finding new love. Fingers wanting to hold Tight to things material But time gives lessons On how better to allow What is precious to pass. All is a veil worn By a bride, which gossamer Covering will not linger, With a kiss dispersed And years are away, past. Only to be today Worry along nary other way Find the smiles, laughter, Learn and again, for knowledge May keep company after. Love, it is living The spirit, soul, heart Of every human being, Mutual, a blessed treasure Often sought, seldom caught. The pain of years Memories of beauty, love, joy Restrain a flood of tears For sadness brings reminding Life is worth all given. So sing loud, pray often, Hug the beloved Swim with the dolphin Share and be grateful Existing is delightful.
Prompt: If you are without, get Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg for inspiration.
I slept my birthday Night in the golden canvas Raft sunflowered in my room Where the carpet made deep sea, Daylight came teasing me up.
Nights to weekend, treat, I lounged in the comfort Of the Summer smelling Island centered in from bunks Feeling pillowed aboard Rope dangling dreaming water.
When I pushed the small boat Into the lake, my tan legs pimpled Like plucked chicken skin I dove toward the center But bathed in the crisp cold Shivering after the floated away.
Lessons sometimes tear The gentle expected flinching Off life teaches young, memory Buys nothing but bills unpaid True oneself bites, slips, cast-off Keep confidence to grab on Not even this, forever, but long.