Past

September 26, 2015September 26, 2015

*REFERENCES**

the future
a time for
reminiscing

the past
remaining
the same

the present
a bridge
in between

Renee Espriu

October 31, 2014October 31, 2014

*CURLED LEAF FALLING**

a curled leaf
falling
slowly
touches the ground
without
making any sound

when the haunting past
of flickering images
in shadows cast
no longer stalks
your dreams

can the obituary
seem to be
a means to heal
distant
memories
hardwired nailed down

you will be a plaintive
no longer
but seek solace
in images
much stronger
in a broken spirit
set free

a curled leaf
falling
slowly
touches the ground
without
making any sound

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

July 4, 2013July 4, 2013

Thunder in the Distance

Google Image

thunder in the distance
a train moving
down the tracks
metal grating
against metal
creating
hieroglyphic maps
or is it storm clouds
black and angry
when life is
at our back

raising doubts
that squelch
the laughter
when everything after
can only be thunder
or the rumble
of an unrequited earth
giving birth
to yet another
mountain or is it

only a waterfall in a
distant forest
raising its’
voice in chorus
and we hear it as
thunder in the distance
creating refuge
from an
incendiary past

always keep in mind that
just beyond our
quiet solitude
whether real or an
imaginary cast
there will always be
thunder in the distance
waking us to the
reality of
life

http://dversepoets.com/category/atmosphere/

January 14, 2013

Trade

Google Image

cigar store indian
standing in front
of a pawn shop
conjuring images
trading of the past
a time for most
nearly forgotten

This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com . This is Small Stone #14.

October 17, 2012

Personal Harvest

Altered Google Image Fall Leaves

a visual carpet of color
captures my eyes
dances upon my head
surrounding me

thin as tissue paper
albeit tiny veins
like a map of even
smaller proportion

i grab my coat closer
watching my own
personal harvest as
the wind carries them

across city streets
i remember all the
years past when i
shared them with you

August 23, 2012

Quintessential

quintessential rhythms of life
pull at her like unforseen
threads tight and strong
like the chubby tiny fingers
connected to grasping arms

of all the children in her
past, present and future
calling her name as tears
were shed or laughter came
as words calmed their fears

quintessential rhythms of life
like breathing out and in
waking with each sun streaked
sky to watch patient each day
for the moon that will rise
to bring sleep’s calm sway

hoping that energy comes alive
as she wakes again dreaming
of bits and pieces of life
a reel on a camera fast forward
traveling at the speed of light

each year pages flipped in a
book the story not finished but
look and be quick as six decades
creep silent a tendriled vine
quintessential rhythms of life

Some people have grief over reaching age 30, 40 or even 50. Those were easy for me but this year is a milestone 60 years fast approaching and it is my turn to feel as though life has gone way too fast. Writing always helps.

July 23, 2012

Past Measure

plaintive musings of
heat radiating
from the rafters
we contemplate
a moment after

but continue on in
search of the
perfect treasure
every one someone’s
past measure

old photographs in
sepia tones
a baby doll of
porcelin, clothes
yellowed and torn

coal shuttle boxes
now retired
carnival glass
pottery dinnerware
long since fired

a day of retreating
back in time
touching other’s
lives simpler then
in lines of rhyme

January 12, 2012

#11 Small Stone: Idle Wheels

Progress comes
with technology
pursuing
affording some luxury
others alone
with none and
have left the past
turning of some
wheels that are
now left idle