“The Wheel of Fortune” turns
as Kay sang – also the dead are
recycled some faiths believe --
circles upon circles, cycles of
time, history been that, done
that, still is that again and again --
I’ve loved you before, vowed
we eternal, just mouthing “Till Death
Do Us Part”...was it old age or war
our many separations? Is
love better the second time around?
The third, the fourth!? Count life’s
stock certificates, issues of reissues? –
those tears of Rome, of the cross, the washes
of the past are no different from
the floods of today...some do,
some pray...nothing changes!
Hollywood awards its counterfeit
films and compositions – I could
be rich, were I a dishonest mere
study. Imagination far deeper
than an Emmy or Oscar – a new
name means nothing to a recognized
old countenance. “When will they
EVEr Learn?”-- not yet apparently!
I know for certain that memory’s a virus
We’re susceptible to in varying degrees
Infecting some, randomly chosen, like us
Memory drifts in on a gentle breeze
I’m switched to the channels of subtle perception
It’s due to the memory my life carries on
I flick through most precious of my recollections
They’ve been given to me until I shall be gone
Then I’ll be removed to the isle of the dead
There I’ll meet you, thanks to our memories
Something will be missing, though it must be like that
After long separations and many calls missed
But I reckon, subconsciously we’ll reconcile
With the loss of those lovely details, for we managed
To save some of them in our favorite style
Aren’t we also the details that time couldn’t damage?
Remember we gazed upon the green hills
From your bedroom window with breathtaking view
In our case they’ve been grinding too fast, those fab mills
So we’re not that exceedingly small to come through
Many trials and hindrances, daily calamities
All those stormy Mondays and Sundays alone
Here we’re bound to wait now, among the tall cypresses
For the ferry to moor, to deliver us home.
He had always felt confident and strong;
But she was now ready to move on.
Insecurity is something he had never known;
But now he was feeling weak and alone.
Everyone continued to say,
"It is for the best".
Filled with dismay ,
He began to protest.
Words of sadness rushed from his lips.
It was the end of their relationship.
The romance was over; it was too late.
Nothing he could do would alter his fate.
Sometimes, it's best to step away,
And give time a chance to speak.;
Separations don't heal in a day.
It takes time to stand on your feet.
Peter (my bf) and I are keeping it modest, practicing the art of the small things. Among our repertoire of pleasures are simple conversations, after long, exhaustive school days, in non-technical language.
Shall we wax poetic-ish?
Ever, my heart had blazed as if branded by fire.
Then love finally arrived to sweetly quench that unseen, smoldering blaze..
Fate, for a while, like scissors, came between us.
But having thus far proceeded, I did sorely miss the confections of closeness.
So, I shamelessly plotted to conjure sordid-reunions.
You may damn the force of my weaknesses and think me devilish,
but I am, after all, a living, female thing.
Do I relive that awful trauma? No, living in the past is like reheating nachos.
No one wants that.
Or do we? We take so many pictures, now-a-days.
Are we sore afraid of losing our yesterdays?
.
.
Songs for this:
matters of the heart by lovlaine
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz
In this road of life
Meetings and separations keep happening
We always like to calculate a so called good result
Ignore the process of companionship
That's what we should experience with our hearts
Everyone will leave
No one knows how long
This companionship will last
Maybe we are busy using our last moment to argue
Too late to determine the winner
Don't let us down
I can't live up to my life
Then try your best to live a life worthy of
Learn to cherish from every loss
Calm wave goodbye to every passerby.
Same Day, Different World
This Kinda' Seems Like the
Same Day All of the Time...
If We Didn't Sleep
Would We Still Have Days and Nights?
Days and Nights are Generally Considered
As Separations of Darkness and Light.
So, If We Only Had Darkness or
We Only Had Light?
Right.
We Wouldn't Have Day or Night.
OK.
-Gray Squirrel
11-12-2024
Directness
This word
Occasionally
Pops up..
Seeming as
Absorbing all
Separations and
Unities on a
Path which
Is no path..
Processes and
Promises seem
Beautiful in
The searing
Music of
Directness...
Felt you coming to take the breath right out of me
Replaced; with your soft essence reflectivity
You are my mirror of fire, my heart's twin flame
Had I never come about you in this life; I would never be the same
A constant will, for you to be happy; is my shining rubidium
Your guidance led me too; challenging my life's intrinsical; idiom
I am a better version of myself; my souls beloved reflection
A shimmering example of needing belief; in you retrospection
You are my synchronicity; our connection once filled with joyful mimicry
If my life had never come about you, I'd never be the same internally
We were not meant to burn down for eternity in a soulmates; candelabra
Our separations design happens; before, irremediable palabra
White sheets; sturdy sticks, each of us holding on tight, with one hand as we surrender
We may later ask why, but the conclusion; our surrendered ends, are the answer
Hope you see the growing forgiveness, I found in you; understanding all of me
An awakening of peace; we could only know, all ways setting each other free
Going to the Land of Long Ago
Somehow, someway
Many years hence from today
Will I feel myself unraveling,
Unraveling and traveling
To the Land of Long Ago?
What will leave and what will stay
In that place so faraway,
Will I go unfathoming
Adrift as I go traveling,
To the Land of Long Ago?
In the Land of Long Ago
I will live among the things I know;
Though I've known you well
You now seem strange,
Yet still I find you; I can tell
The Land of Long Ago is well arranged.
There where Past is ever Present
Everything tastes bittersweet,
The painful mixes with the pleasant
Opposing forces swell and meet
To form the Land of Long Ago.
What once was distant shall then draw near
Separations disappear:
I shall have what I hold dear
As my days burn down to gold
As I drift upon the seas of Long Ago.
Haven't the brains of beings fractioned into lobes various?
The hearts of creatures have dissections multifarious;
My physique and psyche got several separations,
Like a train or a shelf, yet, these have conjoint relations...!
Classifications and categorizations are good,
If, like good deeds, they're optimistically understood;
Like roots, shoots, and fruits, the sentimental segmentation,
Just as constellations, should have a proper fixation...!
Boundaries are for safety and security we know,
Forming only frontiers, we shouldn't our strength and senses show;
Grouping of goals and prioritization of morals,
Must pave the way, like battles, toward attaining laurels...!
Am I, in the process, keeping away from kith and kin?
Does my passion for lonely liberty lead me to sin?
Do my conflicting thoughts and deeds bring me contradictions?
Does my anxious unconsciousness gift me many frictions?
If self-separation replaces cognitive action,
Compartmentalization is simply a distraction;
As bouquets of various flowers are placed in vases,
Prudent compartmentalization can bring in graces...!!!
I have a thing with dates
I have a date with dates
I have dates with deadlines
Some dates are treasured
While some are dreaded
Memorable dates looked upon
with relish
Some dates are better not
remembered,
For the pains and memory they evoke
For the scars they remind me of.
Birthdays, marriage and anniversaries
are dates remembered with pomp
Deaths, betrayals and separations
are dates engraved in our memories
PERSONALITIES
aside
&
intertwined
separations
& reconciliations
professed
in
such
devotion
stimulated
&
appealing
a
lapsed
recreation
a kaleidoscopic
cascade
in
a
collage of
animated
patterns
united
raptures
fashioned to
linger
in
virtual reality
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I've met myself
many times coming and going...
generally a quick smile
and respectful nod – seldom
pausing to chat, both of us
longing for more together
company
I (me/myself) have met so many
other pairs...traveling together/alone,
the double nature of a
human journey...half inclined
to linger and experience, nurture
and service
while the other, at a manic
pace, seeking one's self, yet
expanding the divide
I guess, would us multitudes
of separations ever join
together, it would mean the end of
warring...but of music, and poetry
as well, as we know it
no need to fire canons-of-being
if no one to report their twang
and echos....sing of and chronicle
triumphs and failures ("dreaming
the impossible dream...")
the flats and sharps
of a lyrical soul....
What are you doing? The robins whispered.
Enticing the crocus to bloom, earth said.
I thought that was Wind’s job, a cardinal interjected.
The robins flew off, intimidated by his colors.
Earth rolled her eyes Not understanding separations.
Robins cannot get along with cardinals.
Cardinals despise blue jays, daffodils hide from roses.
What kind of a world am I living in? Earth asked herself.
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Scandemic Pandemic
Truthsaying Soothsayers
Interaction, satisfaction
Living Bill
Mood for thought
Reparations, separations
I’m not you, Babe
Heeler’s Moist
Swirl Cool
Tool’s Cold
Mail Mouse Mock
Sweaty Boat Junction
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