Scribed of ink
Forevermore
A wrinkled page
Ripped and torn...
A mirror of memory
Pacing back...
Rekindling a fire
Of loves impact
Each word held
To ponder a dream...
Yesterdays magic
Tomorrow unseen
I mingle
I dance
Alone without...
Relinquishing
A moment
That once
Screamed aloud
I dream
A dream...
Perhaps to see
A life of beauty
Of summer
A key
A love
Undisturbed
Though Lost in the wind
Awaiting a new day
A time to relive...
Each new discovery
reborn on the wind
Begotten as time
— neither blames nor forgives
(Tappan Zee Bridge: November, 2025)
Four seasons ago my life was rebooted
A year process for it to be completed
Here are my learnings from the constant upheavals
Stop being against yourself for you have enough adversaries
Society is hellbent and fixated on life’s outcomes
Try more to focus on the process and its jewels
Faith in what you cannot see is eternal
Faith in what you can see is temporal
Whatever happened to you is either a gift or lesson
Rejoice evermore and do not let envy be your weapon
When a tree springs to life-
It grows and emerges with the seasons
Like the sunsets colors paint the sky as the sun goes down.
In fall the leaves die-
They flutter to the ground with a graceful sway before gently kissing the ground
Like a feather dancing in the breeze
By Winter the branches are left naked however
The beautiful phenomenon is the trunk.
It never growns weak yet remains standing strong
Like the pillars to a building.
Waiting patiently until the leaves grow back.
I crossed upon an Autumn day
But passed it by in haste.
I’d want of sleep and then of pay
And had no time to waste.
The Autumn day wade over me,
The sun rolled down so soon.
Twas then I bit with bitter freeze
Pervading from the moon.
The wintertime had come too quick,
My time along gone swift.
The fire from my withered wick
Sits dimming from the drift.
Would God give me the Fall again
If promised I to give?
Or would I give way to Satan,
To waste a life not lived.
[Poet’s Note : “daisy” originates from the Old English word for day’s eye which meant The Sun. Apparently the flower was given this name because of its rays of petals around a centre & a short lived spring life]
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slumber
rise shine
winter
done run
shiver
spring bring
flower
wishes
paths cross
in dross
she speaks
listen
white rays
one day
blow straight
no hate
daisy
cadence
face grace
no haste
fifty five degrees
state wide drawer search for sleeves ~
florida winter
silver flakes hover
tree-tops wear soft cotton hats ~
sky wears grey costumes
Spring waltzes in with rosebud cheeks and swaying with a breeze.
She summons Sun and Rain to do her bidding; grace blossoms,
but she can’t compete with Summer’s sultriness; thus she takes her leave.
Summer spiritedly takes the stage as she tangos in with Sun.
As their passion scorches the ground on which they dance, storms may come,
cooling Summer off, but she leaves once Autumn sashays in.
Autumn is a playful sprite, brightening leaves for a while
and twirl-flirting with Wind as the days grow ever cooler.
Romantic at sundown, she slow-dances with shadows that lengthen.
Fall's sister, not as romantic, moves in a courtly way.
Winter enters Earth’s ballroom sometimes frigidly, yet can show grace
when she lets loose a white gown that glistens beneath Moon’s glow.
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to tree-silhouettes
chirps bid tentative farewell ~
nature-transition
abscission alters
torn faded costumes subtly ~
to put on new clothes
fly with the wild winds
form families far off fields ~
existential shift
wild whirlpools within
unseen waves spread serenely ~
herbal aroma
Dry stacked
the walls arched
We're a window quadruple
Paned stood statuesed
Risened and marbled
the counter top
the unfinished mastering
the beams, the beams
She spoke
As we on the unfinished floor
had in reproduction
Created our first child
Months later I sat there
With a bottle of wine
Smoking a cigar
Smiling in happiness
Knowing some foolish truffle
Would challenge our happiness
Some unexpected frivle would
try to undermine our togetherness
Which word to speak might God
Protect us
Then again what words to speak
Might we again be as one
They shall oppose all things
to have me shake my fist at the
Angred by the frustration of not belonging
So that my efforts of failing her and him
Would be in vain
Might they hiss like snakes
to speak us in tenses
The suns of each tomorrow
Be days of us together
golden we return
into earth’s belly ferment ~
wrinkles make sand grains
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