The sky was truly pink before
The fading light morphed to
Rich blue streaks alternating
With the red, the colors of an
Evening spent in anticipation
Of a beautiful tomorrow, an
Expectation promised by the
Proverb shared by sailors as
They read the skies, charting
Their course across silken
Waters or hoping for quiet
Seas after rough afternoons
Caught them in turbulence.
Landlubbers need not worry
Running
Time runs on,
That's what it
Does. Until we
Run out of it,
Time, that is.
It just keeps
Running, like
A ticking clock.
You wouldn't
Remember that
Sound, the one
Of time running
Out. The time
Marked by the
Hands on its
Analog face, each
Moment saluted
By a click of the
Second hand. It's
An odd metaphor
Of time running
As a clock's hands
March on, in place.
Time is also said to
Fly, but the measure
Of time sits on my
Arm or on the wall.
How can it be so
Fast, so fleeting?
Where is this heavenly road leading?
Will its sheer beauty take me to the
Happy knowledge that surpasses all
Things earthbound? I want to realize
The allure of the world in its wonders.
Is this the way to the end of the world?
I am an atheist and will not acknowledge
This sort of transcendence but am so
Happy for you that you are pulled to
The spiritual, knowing your way on a
Highway to heaven, a road to nowhere.
The path that leads you to everywhere.
Where does this beautiful road lead?
Enlightening
Buildings, normally solid, shimmer with
The brightening illumination of an early
Sky, illuminated as if from within by sun,
In contrast to clouds, dark and edifying.
Luminescence in the early morning light.
No. No. Nyet
How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?
It might suit you, but I would
Have to pass. What you are
Proposing is way above my
Class. I really couldn't and I
Know I shouldn't. So I will
Just have to say no 'cause I
Can't and I mustn't. I have to
Say no because it wouldn't be
Right for me to do what you
Ask. I find it hard but "No," I
Have to pass 'cause what you
Are asking won't do for me at
All. It might suit you, but no.
I would have to decline. No.
Prompt
When prompted I answer.
I love prompts to facilitate
My thinking. Move ideas to
The fore from where they
Lodged before. Prompt me
With your thoughts so I can
Share mine. It crystallizes
The slow parts of my thinker
And forces me to tinker
Where I might not have gone.
In gratitude
I write to remember my
Gratitude and my love. I
Write to forget my fears
And my anger. I write to
Right wrongs my heart
Feels. I write to see all
The emotions painted
In a panorama of good
And bad. Yes and ugly.
But when I write I am
Always grateful for you.
Purified
Rain purifies. It cleanses
The air. Clearing the air.
Clearing away any/all
Misunderstandings.
Pure and clean, clear up.
Clear sailing. All clear.
Thank the rain. It cleanses.
Feeling
Feelings take things personally
They get hurt and emotionally
Entangled. Feeling blue or dark?
Feelings of elation are not hard
But they too can be so confusing.
Feelings are touchy, itchy, unclear.
Can't think straight and all mixed
Up? Blame it on your feelings
How many ways
How many ways can we say it?
If it is missed and lost forever
Is it really lost if we mourn it?
We remember that it is missing
So all we have lost is not gone.
It is commemorated, cherished
And ever present in our past. It
Is intricately connected to who
We are now. Nothing is gone so
Long as our hearts recall the loss.
How many ways can I say I miss us?
The loss is real, I can feel it, but
You are not lost. I find you every
Day. I remember love and warmth
And caring. I cherish who we are
While I remember who we were.
How many ways can my heart
Break and still be full with hope
And promise? Love is resilient.
How many ways can we say it?
How many ways do I remember?
We are ever present in our past.
I can say that and all is not lost.
Tamara, really 