Where or When (things past)

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Where or when things past
I know not the window of time
does it matter, why do you ask

Can you stop a runaway train
traveling on the wrong track
clickety-clack in falling rain

Standing on a lonely platform
watching arrivals & departures
trying to weather the storm

Where or when things past
I know not the window of time
does it matter, why do you ask

Can you start a new soul journey
if you’re stuck in some muck
should it even concern me

I could write heartfelt verses
would you feel my poetic words
unlocking the mysterious universe

Where or when things past
I know not the window of time
does it matter, why do you ask

Can dreams change our direction
can we intersect at the crossing
leading us on a path of transition

The wheels of time can be cruel
singing the ballads of yesterday
thinking of you, feeling blue

Where or when things past
I know not the window of time
does it matter, why do you ask

 

written for dVerse
hosted by Grace - Open Link Night

For those looking for inspiration, here is our optional mini-prompt: write an ekphrastic poem based on Gertrude Abercrombie’s painting (see below) and/or use the title “Where or When (Things Past)”, as part of your poem.

Come Break Away

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Come break away with me
let us sail dreams just for today
feel the wonders of the tranquil sea
cast away the gray, embrace sun-rays

Lord knows I’m feeling blue
lord knows I’m still in love with you
lord knows I need to get over you
but, that is something I can never do

In the margin lies my heartfelt notes
raw emotions and poetic phrases
scribbled an inspirational quote
let words dance across the pages

Come break away with me
let us sail dreams just for today
feel the wonders of the tranquil sea
cast away the gray, embrace sun-rays

Lord knows I’m feeling blue
lord knows I fell in love with you
Lord knows I need to get over you
but, that is something I can never do

Past foam and spray finding our way
Listening to the songs of the tranquil sea
billowing sails will carry us away
docking in a quiet bay to simply be

Lord know this song is for you
lord knows this song is for you
lord knows this song is for you…you…you..you

dVerse diving into margins 

A melody caught me today and this is a wip
thank you for reading

Memories

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 memories of us
stories from another time
stirring emotions

Writer's Digest 2024 April Pad Challenge day 11 

writing a memory poem

Songs of my Youth

 

The music of my youth
it may be aging but, it's never dead
it's constantly playing in my head
filled with emotions and hidden truth

The music of my youth
traveling with me through time
sacred melodies, internal rhymes
searching my soul, becoming a sleuth

songs of hope for better days, days, days
will we ever find our way..way...way

The music of my youth
comforting me while singing the blues
or whenever, I am thinking of you
some memories you just can't dilute

The music of my youth
filled with riffs and weeping guitars
dreaming of a one-of-a kind star
listening to a piano or far away flute...

songs of hope for better days, days, days
will we ever find our way..way...way

 

written for What's Going On?

hosted by Sherry

 

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Happy New Year!

Abandoned - Piano Blues

Photography by Romain Thiery

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

within these abandoned walls

once lived happiness, music

filled the inner chambers

of a loving heart

 

broken keys, now out of tune

rotting floorboards moan in

grief for the songs of yesterday

sacred foundation crumbling

 

instrumental was the mortar

of pitch, tempo, texture and

structure which created overall

harmony in this space of time

 

fleeing from life when loss

was too great to bare, the cross

of misunderstanding weighing

down the fringes of reality

 

memories float through filtered

moonlight and a piano plays the

blues,  a heart swells, drowning in 

a dream well 

 

outside the vineyard yields

sweet seeds of hope, cupped

hands sip intoxicating flavors

life emerges to the cicadas song

 

linking with The Sunday Muse

not sure this makes sense but,

my mood is blue...

 

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