Over Time

I never could see my life without him
But there stood this broken trust

Shoving past all that I had come to know would only lead to regrets piled atop regrets –
never again feeling safe

As great as this love was
I knew me
It would not end well
So, I let it go in the most awful way
Never to see, or speak to him for ever
Time is not always the healer
she purports to be
Years later when we could again speak
He asked.
I explained.
That was not about you, I said.
That was about keeping that thread I was hanging by intact.

Pat R
6/22/21

Isn’t it pretty to think so.
–The Sun Also Rises (1926). Ernest Hemingway

Over at dVerse we are to write a poem based on a chosen quote from Hemingways work. I chose the above.

Linking to dVerse Poets Pub where Lisa is hosting Poetics -“One true sentence” . To read other entries go here

Fathers Day

“We were talking a while ago” , her eyes searched my face.

“About papa”, I said. She had asked me where he was. I said he wasn’t here just now.

“Yes”, she nodded. and smiled, her chain of thought had reconnected.

“I loved him so much” , she said. “He was always in my corner. He would fight for me”.

Those words had never crossed her lips before. At least, never in my presence.

“I’ve never heard you say that before”, I said. “You’ve only always talked about what a pain in the ass he was” I said, as those words left me, it felt like a reflex action.

“You both were a pain in the ass to each other”, I quickly interjected. as a correction. I am shocked to hear there was love there.

“He did tell me that he loved you” , she seemed as surprised to hear it, just as I was way back when he said it.

In all the years I’ve been on this earth, all I’ve ever seen between these two was fighting. At times, it felt like they were fighting to the death. In my young mind I wondered what would happen to me and my sisters and brother if one of them killed the other.

Now here she sits, in a confused state laced with moments of clarity, professing her love for my father who no longer among the living. I didn’t have the heart to tell her this earlier, today of all days. It was Fathers Day. And she was treading the waters of unfinished business.

Pat
6/20/21

Public Art – Bold Wink

Artist: David Byrne

I took this a couple weeks ago downtown Brooklyn on Hanson Place across from BAM.

Linking to Marsha over at Always Write Blog for her new weekly challenge PPAC (photographing public art challenge). She is doing this in conjunction with Cees Photography Blog

Pat
6/18/21

Thursday Doors – Sag Harbor

I spent the Saturday two weeks ago out in Sag Harbor on Long Island. It was quiet, quaint, lush, oceanfront and 10 degrees cooler than it was in Brooklyn at a breezy 81 degrees. Now I know why folks from Manhattan flock there during the summer. It seemed to be a place where the ocean breeze rules. And passion fruit and coconut donuts from Grindstone Coffee & Donuts. I’d take a ride back out there any time for those🙂. Just get one or two, because however many you get, you’re gonna eat ’em!

Old Whalers Church since 1844
Details of the archetecture.

I am not going to pretend to know what type it is, but boy, was it good to look at!!

We stopped off at one of the beaches.
And then another
The Windmill. My first. This is a visitors center, it had something to do with sailing

This (the last 5 photos), is what it looked like on the inside

For Thursday Doors over at No Facilities with Dan. To see others go here

https://nofacilities.com/2021/06/17/spring-leftovers/

Wordless Wednesday – Vincent

This past Saturday my daughter took me to the Immersive Vincent Van Gogh Exhibit on pier 36 in NYC. It was amazing…all images were the height of the wall with movement, fade-ins and fade-outs. This with musical accompaniments.

Museum goers becoming one with Starry Night – via silhouette. This was one of the coolest thing about this Immersive experience.

Pat
6/16/21