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

Cherish

I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.

Even for those immeasurably flawed.

I know enough of the world to recognize I know nothing about why I am.

The inkling that flits through my consciousness from time to time says that cherishing the next breath, is the only moment of any consequence.

Worldly goods are just that..worldly.

They will still be such way after my time has come, and the worms are having their way with me.

Or, if I were bold enough, long after I’ve been scattered to the wind.

Pat

3/17/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where Merril is hosting and the prompt is to include the lines below in a piece of prose.

“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
— Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities”

For further reading of other entries it to participate go here

Prosery: Possibilities

Time

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rhythm of spring melt
icicles drip from eaves, one
second at a time

#2

icicles
dripping from the eaves –
out of time

Pat R

1/16/17

For Carpe Diem Haiku

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DP Weekly Photo Challenge: Ambience

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Daily Haiku Challenge

Time & Laughter

Photo : A park near me.

fallen leaves are brown
bare branches now face deep frost
how time has moved on
through weary bones, but laughter
tends my soul holding time still

Pat R

11/15/16

#Tanka Tuesday

#Daily Haiku Challenge