Tag Archives: time

Shifting Sands

The sands of time Ever shifting Layers of useless silt Piled in mounds Coating reality Strong storms brew Ferocious dust clouds swirl Envelop in debilitating disorientation Time . . . passes Stubborn sands settle anew A few grains lost to the wind, perhaps Unwavering truth poking through W3 Prompt #164: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Sheila,Continue reading “Shifting Sands”

Spring Travel

Two hours in flight Transports back a month in time A short-sleeved tee shirt Layered beneath warm bubble jacket Flip flops replaced by winter boots  Spring rains pelt with icy fingers Few flowers open to the call Barren trees conform  To monochrome skies Awaiting winter’s release  Round-trip time travel Deposits in neon green Smells of balmy petrichor Migrating birds linger Butterflies flit Among bright blooms  TankaContinue reading “Spring Travel”

These Walls Don’t Talk

An old house remains on our land. It has two rooms and no plumbing. The remnants of an outhouse sit behind, as does a freshwater creek. We imagine the former residents were farm workers, collapsing onto straw-filled mattresses after a hard day in the fields. Though the only inhabitants truly known are the turkey vulturesContinue reading “These Walls Don’t Talk”

Resilience

Time was such an elusive idea Slipping through grasping fingers End of days incomplete Suddenly I find time staring me down Challenging my resilience In my new found freedom  Retirement alters the power of time Malleable as putty To be molded anew Time was such an elusive idea Challenging my resilience   To be molded anewContinue reading “Resilience”

Just a Matter of Time

Almost twenty years ago, we sold our first house and bought an acre of land out in the country. Old farmland was converted into a quiet suburban neighborhood where my husband built our new home. At the entrance to our new neighborhood sits a large working farm. Over the past twenty years, the city hasContinue reading “Just a Matter of Time”

Cracks

Such a beautiful building you once wereHost to many a partyHome to many a familyI must remind myself Don’t dwell on what has passed awayYou were not all perfectionHost to many a tragedyHome to many a suffererI must remind myselfThere is a crack, a crack in everythingDisrupting the very foundation of existenceThat’s how the lightContinue reading “Cracks”

Squandered Day

Each day progressing more rapid than last“Slow down” I say – you’re becoming the pastTrying to cherish each day that remainsMoment by moment washing down the drainSweet encounters turn into memoriesOccasions slipping away on a breeze“Stop it” I say – where is the time control?I’ll switch the lever on the time consoleTick tock tick tockContinue reading “Squandered Day”

Treasured Cuddles

Prompted by Sadje’s “What do you see #185.” Image credit: Jenna Hamra, Pexels Treasured cuddles;Sweeten the early morning wakeups;His little hand in mine;Adventurous outings;Squeals of delight.Time passes;Out of boyhood.Ah, well…Mother to a grown man;Relishing the occasional warm embrace.Then arrives his own little boy;Squeals of delight;Adventurous outings;Hand in hand;Sleeping over;Waking me up with treasured cuddles.