SAYING IT NOW

Writer's Pantry #59 and we're asked to consider Love and Loss.  We all deal with loss in a different way, but there is one common thread -- we grieve at things left unsaid.  I've "tuned up" a poem from long ago that addresses the subject, a lesson we all seem to learn.  

        SAYING IT NOW

We live day by day always thinking

There’ll be time to say things on the morrow

But death takes away all those chances

And we’re left full of words in our sorrow.

I looked at your lips still and silent

And I wanted to shout “It’s not fair!

We had things to be said to each other

How could we know there was no time to spare?”

Did you know when I sat by the graveside

And words flowed that had been left unsaid?

It seemed the world faded about me

And it seemed I heard your voice instead.

It seemed I heard “Life’s for the living.

There’s no turning back, it’s all done.

Hold close what we had while our lives touched,

But it’s time to pick up and move on.”

It’s true time heals, as it’s spoken

And I find life still good day by day

But when someone does something to please me

I try to take time now to say.

For I know our time here is fleeting

And life rushes by very fast

We must say what we feel when we feel it

Lest the moment to say it has passed.

ASSIMILATION

 It's Sunday Muse #149, and time to be inspired by the photo given.   This week's photo reminds me the veil of restriction is being slowly lifted, albeit with caution.  I'm wondering how I will respond.

The veil is lifting, and newscasts are encouraging.  This has caused me concern about my re-assimilation into life. 

I fear, for example, the first time I’m in a group I will babble senselessly, euphoric at the pure pleasure of human contact.  I will want to hug everyone, shake every hand, and just reach out and touch because I can.  

I know I won’t recognize new acquaintances because I’ve ever only seen their eyes.  

I have so much information stored to share I will want EVERYONE to come over for coffee and conversation.  

Most worrisome…….. will I adjust to wearing a bra again?   

THE STAIR

 Weekly Scribblings #58 and we're challenged with a new  poetic form presented by Candy at rhymeswithbug.com called the Waltmarie...something new and different.  Submitted to Poets and Storytellers United, February 24, 2021.

abandoned stair to nowhere

puzzle

once to some man’s dream

ponder

who marked this stair with

footstep

how many years have passed

forgot

they took their secrets with them

unknown

BEGONE

Quadrille #122, and the key word is "go" or a from thereof.   While cybersurfing, I cam across a fascinating article on Old English words, suggesting we use them again.  What fun!  I tried some of them out on my quadrille.  Submitted to dVerse February 22, 2021

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BEGONE!

Alas the day dawned moon-blown

and I awoke a-swerk*

I saw those scythe-eyed she-birds

in the corner where they lurk

singing their dust-tongued dirge

'til I'm ear-rent by their talk

fearful of their intentions

knowing it was me they stalk.

Forsooth,  I say,  beGOne!

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* Old English definition of swerk is to become gloomy or sad.

CORAL

Writers' Pantry #58.  We're having a heat wave!  First day over freezing temps in what seems like forever.   We even had some sunshine!   My thoughts turn to warmer climes, and the ocean, and to endangered coral..  Submitted to Poets and Storytellers United, February 21, 2021

nestled on the ocean floor

spiked fingers appearing

to reach upward

for the warmth of sunshine.

hiding its razor edges

from careless swimmers

home to underwater denizens

guardian of sunken ships

and mysteries of forgotten cities

wonder of the deep.

BLACK CAT RANCH

Sunday Muse #148.  I like to think that some escape!

Candy wasn’t like the rest

She refused to sell her soul

She did what she had to do

Until she reached her goal

The faceless men would come and go

But she held herself apart

Drawn to her air of mystery

They took her body, not her heart

She’d get her education

Four years to a degree

She said  goodbye to the Black Cat Ranch

And hello to the university.

The Ranch remained still the same

The faceless men still randy

The girls still talk of how they wish

They all could be like Candy.

 

FIRST LOVE

 

Wednesday Scribblings, and we’re given some prompt phrases for inspiration.  Somehow the phrases brought first love to mind for me.  Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United, February 17, 2021  The image  is by Smita Urunkar.

first love is a star-spangled

glorious rush of emotion

that takes the breath away.

suddenly the grass is greener,

the sky is bluer,

the night is bejeweled, 

and the stars burst into

constellations of dance.

grasp this golden moment,

lose yourself in the euphoria

revel in the perfection of loving

and being loved .in return.

hold tight to the golden ring, 

for love can be a monster…

or not.