W elcome September, let’s put summer 2020 far behind us
E lusive dreams we had deep down never coming to fruition
L et disenchantment fade with the relentless tides of time
C andid wishes in their simplicity gone abysmally ungranted
O bsolete imagery in a vacant world of paltry fantasy
M eager appetite for adventures aligned with social distancing
E xtraverts experimenting to eliminate emphatically this epidemic
S eptember come and turn the page on gruesome covid memories
E choes of resounding hope set free for better days ahead
P lay loud cheers so for a minute we can forget that this is far from over
T antalize us by boldly flaunting your joyful flamboyant autumn colors
E xtenuating visions of a distant future we can only dream of
M anifestations of answered prayers hovering within reach
B ackhanded boost of incentives thrust in the right direction
E nticing editorialized expressions earmarked for entrapped earthlings
R attled and receptive to any relevant rationale rambled to restore reality
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 20, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (13) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
As the flow persists, my face drowns
I do not know - my words hurt most
Refusing to let lie, perseverance goading
The distance I see, my eyes succumb to darkness
Previously defeated, now buried in dread.
Every accomplishment would I deny, to return
Your hand, a prestige ungranted by an award
Skin to skin, a dream not afforded
We could have been, but my pride arose
A regret I could not forget, to allow a forward.
A head of pain, a mouth unwilling
Substances do I consume, to escape my sorrows
The moment they cater, the day imposed
Decay inside, does no one notice
My pretense, saves explanations.
A hope that hate is untrue, is held
No response, does intimidate
A chance I chase still, my legs knowing
Failure is bound, the loneliness is my keep
Your image, an irresistible ache.
Through an inspiration, had betterment begun
The more the inscriptions, the more my heart radiated
Ink had it created a bond, known only to me
A love I had found, for art that releases
Let go would I, to the promise of us being...
I want to go home
You can't.
You passed through the gates,
and locked the door and it
has passed to someone else.
I want to be
rescued
by an old
bearded man.
You can't.
You have
become that.
I want
to forget.
You can't
You don't
control the memories.
A silent love, a hidden affection,
A surpressed emotion, an obvious tension.
An ungranted wish, a fading dream,
A crack in the wall, a sun beam.
A challenge, an impossible dare,
Two souls, a matching pair.
A love separated by death, a patient heart,
A tragic story, two souls apart.
From seconds to minutes to hours to night, then to day,
Time moved, taking with it, the bliss I was sharing with you.
Life's moments cannot be retrieved; so what could I do
while there in the warmth of your strong loving arms I lay?
With torrents and torrents of ticking and ticking away,
relentlessly, cruelly, Time rained down upon us that night.
Dark faded to dawn; I was wishing with all of my might
that Time would suspend itself, and in your arms I would stay!
But Time is an executioner one cannot sway.
How I wish (though it seems the mere pausing of Time is a sin)
that Time could have stopped, and my last night with you would have been
serene and unhastened, Time miffed by its own delay.
For Barbara Gorelick's Contest:
Once Upon a "Time"
"Do not love this world"
was a mystery to me
a world full of history and beautiful things
why not love what God has created
the system, the seasons
the things that grow
the new thing you did'nt know
the spinning pin wheel watch it go
do not love this world
or desire to see it's wonders
crumbling under the weight of time
plundered by the dogs of war
polluted by the folks next door
while vacationing abroad
do not love this world
for what so ever the Lord giveth
evil can take it all away
like a thief in the night
we neither know the time
nor the day
or that our freedom can be taken away
by the things we foolishly love
our drugs, our beautiful things
do not love this world
of vain riches, sorry excuses
ungranted wishes, illusive dreams, fantastic schemes
and that job that never did amount to success
our will to live nourished by dreams and wishes
and sometimes
that is all
do not love this world
and count your blessings
my body has not paid the ultimate cost
nor my mind conceived the greatest lost
of what warriors and parents have paid
on the treacherous path that was laid
before the foundation of the world
do not love this world
You’re soulfully heated in Winter surroundings
While ages of ice aches in Summer compounds me
Transparence in vain, entombed and trapped
Archeological finds and mysteries cracked
Shattered to stardust while ice crystals blow
Symbolizing the melting of wings in the snow
To cover an angel with blankets of love
Cool to my touch, smothered from above
Peacefully sleeping in dreamfields enchanted
Cursing the one wish remaining ungranted
Opposite ends of the wishpool remain
Seasonal pilgrimage starts up again
Ripples in dreampools of sleep destroy much
Yearning to freeze this image, to touch
Over and over leaves me flabbergasted
Eternally grateful I smiled while it lasted