Conversations

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She came to visit on a peaceful saturday evening. Meandering conversations about everyday things, morphed into events of childhood and upbringing.

The traumas and dramas, the love and conflicts. Families and their decisions made out of love, that is truly misunderstood by the young minds they were meant to  shield.
 
Then came reflections on this life changing sorrow. There are moments caught between heart-beats, that goes the way of time. There is no changing it. There is no revisiting it And its one true quality is that it is everlasting.

This was one of those moments. After the revelation it just hung in the air.

a mother’s grief –
in remembrance
through decades, she kept
the last T-shirt he wore,
bullet hole intact

Pat R

2/16/20

For dVerse Poets Pub where Kim is hosting and the phrase to be incorporated in the response is
” There are moments caught between heart-beats”

Journey Ends

Muddled message
A memory here, a thought there
The very unexpected reference
by the most unlikely aquaintance
Your unmistakable energy
set out in the universe
Telepathy by unusual means
A fluffy white feathers delicate landing
on my windshield
A final message
A journey ends

Pat R

5/08/18

For Quadrille ( a 44 word poem) night at dVerse Poets Pub with the use of the word Muddle

Quadrille #56 – Muddle up that Muse

Last Day

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cloud of crows
blacken winter sky –
his last day

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huge cloud of ravens
has blacken late winter sky –
ashes to ashes

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Pat R

1/27/18

For Frank Tassone  Weekly Haikai Challenge

&

Weekly Photo Challenge: Variations on a Theme

 

A Remembrance

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It is an odd thing indeed
No anniversary words
No celebratory ones either
No collective remembering
No mourning
Not out loud, at least

Though we do not speak of him
He makes his presence felt
I find myself speaking to him
Recalling some event with him
As if he was still right there

The feeling that I bumped him
With the refrigerator door
He’s following me too closely in the kitchen
My sudden yen for liver and fry dumplings
Followed by my words, “remember how you used to like liver and fry dumplings”
Then I caught myself,
remembering that he’s not here

Maybe this thing I’m feeling
that nobody is speaking
Is really not the case
Maybe you just come and go
Stepping in and out of demensions
Conversing, poking individual memories
Which is rememberance just the same

A stout micropoem for myself for Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

 

Autumn Blues

 

It has been a strange eight days mired in joy, anxiety, stress and sadness.

Two home-goings, one way before his time. An ambitious young man, twenty two years old, on a new journey to law school. Now, a journey diverted, a soul called home. Leaving a mother grief stricken and numb.

The other, of her time. She had lived some life.

In between these, was a wedding in a most peaceful setting in the mountains. This odd mix of joy and sorrow came in threes.

short goodbyes –
lurking in cool air
autumn blues

Pat R
8/31/17

Bedside Vigilance

BLEEDING HEARTS

bedside vigilance
time moving forward unphased
shift in my universe

PR

8/09/15

Inspired by

bedside vigilance
the scarf she never finished
slowly unravels

© Lolly

For further reading and other responses follow link

 http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2015/08/carpe-diem-special-160-lollys-2nd.html?m=1