Best Time Zone Poems
missed the big drop,
sensation and confetti,
Auld Lang Syne, champagne,
dear john lavish signature,
promise ring
1/4/2022
Tanka - 4/7/5/7/3
Chicago to the North;
East of the Great Divide;
New Orleans to the South;
and South of The Mason-Dixon.
It's 8:20 PM in The Central Time Zone;
two hours earlier in my prior time zone,
and I'm 2000 miles and 4 months removed.
The language is no longer 'you guys but Y'all'.
Whether here or there, the best season is Fall.
Currently, I see things often not seen for many a year.
The once heavy sites of brown have turned to green.
No smoking skies, and the cars are not required to smog.
This rural setting is more subdued and tamed, it seems.
I'm now retired, but I think the wages are much too lean.
I miss my lemon, peach, and pear trees, but I hasten to add that I never cared much about the two tall palm trees.
My young Rose of Sharon is about 5 years old, and it saddens me that she will have to grow old without me.
I don't think the new owner will keep the nectarine trees.
I pray that God will send more rain to the Westerners.
Here, it seems to be either raining or getting ready to.
I think the bean and corn crops will do wonders this year.
Multiple clouds of white fill the beautiful blue skies, and also, white clouds with shaded greys abound.
It may come with a different melody, but
one's life needs never be without a song.
I often hear pleasing whispers of the wind, and I
feel cool breezes, presently, with low humidity.
High humidity will soon arrive, and that's a promise.
Presently, it's pleasantly calm and warm in late May.
I pray the soon coming hurricane season will be mild.
These bits and pieces of muse have been my expressions
about my new home where I recently came to roam.
053022PS
Not yet work
no longer play
Weekend's done
week hasn't begun
Too late to go out
too soon to turn in
Projects lie around
desire's meltdown
Feels like a lose-lose
when I need a win-win
Sunday evenings are just so in-between
~ I muse, as I glare at the small screen*
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*The 'small screen' is the TV, an almost
obsolete usage in the 22nd century
For every hour difference
In a time zone where you’ve traveled
There’s another day of jet lag
Which can make you feel unraveled.
That’s the story I’ve been told
And it’s up for some debating
But I know it’s many years
Since I’ve heard it circulating.
I’m just back from overseas,
With 6 hours or time between us.
If you saw my spouse and me,
You might want to quarantine us.
For exhausted’s how we look
Though we’re back to navigating
All the bits of our routines;
Still, 5 tired days are waiting.
The distance between time and space
Can't compare to the distance I see
in his face
But her eyes beam light years of sorrow
Hidden by the daggers of heartbreak
Drizzled with short term promises
But it was her who was hollow
The beauty of her smile sets worlds aflame
However she falls victim to pain
In the darkness of the night his love for
her felt like a cascade of everlasting truth
Lucky for her she was wise enough to
have a state of tranquility
That sooner manifested into a higher state of wisdom
Or maybe it was just a conspiracy
Or a theory sending frequencies cosmos away
With no one to hear her silent cries
As her voice faded in the distance
Sadly so did her endurance and abundance
of positivity