A little star blinks in the night,
It watches over you to keep warm,
And gently whispers, "Go to
sleep."
Possessed by eyes of deceivers
Stress pummels hearts twice deceived
If plainly perceived, are nerves believed
its not behind me till i turn
straining eyes at sides
was that movement or just the eyeballs turn
peripheral visions of perforated what could be's
was that my breaths end
i'm sure mine was shorter
that shadow space behind me
of shape yet invented
is that the scrape of nail
in the hollow of my neck
now natures noises
need explained
heart won't stop its speech
am i here
just beyond its reach
I am often amazed how quickly time flies by.
How so much seems to happen in the mere blink of an eye.
For there was a time, not that long ago
when for us life took an ironic twist.
A time when we were nothing…a time when we didn’t exist.
Then, in the blink of an eye, somewhere in the universe
it was decided, decreed…perhaps fated
that, in the blink of an eye, two people would fall in love
and in the blink of an I we were created.
In the blink of an eye we opened our eyes.
In the blink of an eye we were walking.
In the blink of an eye we were thinking.
In the blink of an eye we were walking.
In the blink of an eye we were married with a family a house and a job
In the blink of an eye we were retired…
In the blink of an eye, if we’re lucky, we realize
we have everything we ever desired.
For when you reach a certain age
you find you have a lot of time to think
and you realize what makes life meaningful…
what makes life important
what gives life it’s beauty
is what happens between the blinks.
Hong Kong China crunch
clash of ideologies—
iron mixed with clay
***
12/04/2019
Blossom
Enchantment
Does my heart yet beat?
Beg you - listen close, for I cannot
I fear it has halted its inexorable drum
Swallowed, as I, by the depths of your gaze
Brown - dark as black, against a dazzle of perfect ivory
I plunge your eyes headfirst with abandon - swimming deep
Submerged in immaculate sensuality and coy allure, thus
Is there any such elegance amidst Heaven's throng?
Did the Gardens of Babylon hide such a bloom?
Be there any such symmetry and polish
That feigns to measure your eyes?
Pray thee, for my selfish sake
Do not yet blink them
For I could not bear
Their absence.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Eyes" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest 385 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
A choreographed dance of heart and deed
fulfills the spirit that denounces greed.
Why, now, should there still be hunger
when all around there’s food to plunder?
Silos sleep, filled to the brim with grain
for prices elevated to obtain more gain.
Why, now, should our children weep
from hunger pains that chases sleep?
Man sneers at over indulgent greed
when there are empty mouths to feed.
Time blinks in favor of a heart that’s giving
and shares the joy of their own thanksgiving.
© Debra Squyres 01/24/16
Cosmic Blinks
by Odin Roark
The final cry
came only once
in present dark night
after years of fending off
fate's fingers and hands prying
brain and heart to give up innocence
leaving life crumpled like paper whose words
there upon became discarded as waste fueling new fire
ever stoked by cold iron having rested seasons
readying the next cyclic winds mixing
yesterday into today's forever
reminding umbilical threads
cut this moment offer
precious time for
birthing cries
rising from
the light
of day
rain drops dribble
rivers run through green grass;
muddied bullfrog blinks
Only three blinks and life is through
The soul whisper spoke, at once I knew,
Three blinks left of life for me
When senses and breath and pulse all flee.
The masks, the smoke, the facades all run,
Hunting another’s vain welcome,
Clarity flashes and time reigns in
Death is ringing, I am drawn to greet him.
(Count to three)
Blink
(Count to three)
Oh my life! What have I done?
All turns grey and I have no one.
Icy fear blankets my being
Life is history, death the beginning.
What am I leaving? Where am I going?
Why did I not think he would be showing?
When did I suppose life would be ending?
How is it now that death is winning?
(Count to three)
Blink
(Count to three)
The end is lingering, oh so near
I cry out…Can anyone hear?
Straining to stare through eyes of tears
My life was a blink…..All those years!!
Grey goes black and ice moves in,
My life! My life! Oh to live again!
But no second chance now, no reprieve.
Soul sheds flesh as the latter heaves.
(Count to three)
Blink
(Count to three)
Now no breath, now no beating,
Now no senses, I cease being.
Now the beginning, realms past the brink,
My mark, my legacy, gone in a blink.
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