Through Space & Time

 

"Migration" Painting by Eddie Schrieffer

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 128

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The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. ~Emily Dickinson

 

 

Poetry does not always plead nor pull

sometimes it is stoic like the moon

yet still frivolous and soft like butterflies

it braves the weather of war and change

yet endures the loneliness of an unopened book

timeless it floats on the oxygen of souls

never ending on the last poignant line

yet those that hold it close to their heart

take it with them with their dying breath.

Time-Released Capsules

I take in the day

like an elixir

swallowing hard

as it both gives

and takes away

It slows the disease

of indifference

yet adds to the baggage

my mind seems to hoard

like an old fool and his guns

waiting to shoot into the distance

but the time never arrives

you see complacency never pulls the trigger

yet neither does courage

there is a progression in the daring of bravery

but that same force also holds a stillness

a silent strength and knowing

that where one stands is destiny

butterflies know that strength

they do not contemplate yesterday

nor analyze what tomorrow holds

unaware of the confines of time

they linger in the moment

and there they truly live.

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Best Laid Plans and The Best Boots Ya Got.

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 93

Once I had plans tucked in my pockets so deep

To see the world and do the greatest of things

Like maps to a fortune and hopes only key

I would never let them out of my reach

No matter where I rested my head

I had dreams of better things up ahead

Then one day when the bluest sky was a deeper grey

I spread them out like fresh linen would surely lay

Somehow there were wrinkles that no iron could press

Not what my younger self would have come to expect

Sometimes life knocks you plum off your feet

Ruffles your feathers and loses your only keys

You just have to pull yourself up off the ground

Dust off your trousers

And wear your best boots to town.

Food for Thought

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I need neither future nor past, but to learn to take today not too fast. 

~Jeb Dickerson

Yesterday is a vanilla ice cream cone

it has already melted

picking it up now will be an unnecessary mess

Tomorrow is an apple from the tree

that is not quite ripe enough for eating

so do not worry over picking it now

Today is a prime rib steak dinner

it is hot and ready to serve

chew it slow and enjoy!

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Poop Happens

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Linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Change

Hosted by Sumana

Time is making fools of us again. ~J.K. Rowling

One thing is certain

and I am sure of it

that life is

 full

of uncertainties

if you are breathing

then you have learned 

this as well

change is inevitable

it happens effortlessly

like slipping in the rain

or spilling popcorn

it could be  painful 

or maybe  wonderful

either way

it is coming 

as sure as 

sand in your shoes

after a beach holiday

you can't run from it

it follows like a puppy

watch out 

don't step on the poop

and don't worry

you will

but the sweet thing is

when it licks

 you on the 

face

you can't 

help

but smile.

Happy 2017 Everyone!

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It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.  ~Voltaire

Wisdom Has Callused Feet

The Mag #302

The man who views the world at fifty the same as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life. ~Muhammad Ali

If I could go back in time and look at my wedding through my divorced eyes what would I see? Would it be disappointment or a waist of time?

A bouquet of regrets held by a fool in white?

If I could go back to my childhood roots and see myself skipping through eyes with now slow shoes what would I see?  Would it be awkward steps that lead to the wrong road? A journey of ignorance or a blind traveler that still rushes to the unknown?

Truth is I just can't go back.  There are no time travelers and no magic rabbits in hats.

This life I have been living is a course that must be  hardily explored to advance.

For wisdom is a raw experience that requires exertion to truly understand.








When I look back over my life I realize that there is no way that I could know then what I know now.  Even if I could travel in time and give my self a million warnings, and believe me I needed a million of them, it just would not be the same.  I am who I am today because of all the troubles and the many blessings combined.   They have all played a part in molding me into the person I have become; a person full of compassion, hope, love, tolerance, a little bit of wisdom, with hands that know how to let go of regrets, and a few calluses to prove it. :-)

Dash

Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky

The Mag #300

"Time and the hour run through the roughest day."

~William Shakespeare

This one is for you Berowne.  You will be missed by many indeed. :-(

Sometimes it feels as if all I have done is make a mad dash through my life.  As if I am in a race against time, I storm through a situation and place, and I am fast.  Swift like a cheetah on the pursuit of another meal.  You could call it, the big hunt for fulfillment, and you could call me "Flash", cause that is all you will see of me even if you are dear to my heart.  I am being brutally honest here.  Cannot sugar coat in the rain unless you want an even bigger mess.  The new year is upon us, and my hope for myself is to be more available to those I love.

The time in between the years

the dash on the marble stone

I guess I have taken it literally

I dash from here to there

across puddles in my path

from my car into the store

and back again

one job to the next

a never ending relay race

that only I run

and the winner is:

drum roll please....

NO ONE.

Happy New Year

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 Time is an old firmly rooted tree; we are the breeze rustling its leaves.
~Terri Guillemets






Speed Racer

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Flash Fiction 55"

 

The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. ~C.S. Lewis

 

55 words below:

 

 

Here I am fifty one

not everyone in my family

makes it that far

I guess you could say

I am winning a race

I did not know I was running

trying to get to the finish line

I just want to make it there

without getting there

even faster than

the speed of light.



Swift Bird

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Time is an old firmly rooted tree; we are the breeze rustling its leaves.
 ~Terri Guillemets

Time is a prudent yet swift bird
 that we all truly long to catch.
Though the feathers that it flies with
 carry it ever further beyond our grasp.
We rush awkwardly forward
as it touches back down upon a branch
and we reach out in a hurry
but still with a backward glance.
For no nets nor loaded guns
can catch this bird in hovered flight.
It tarries not for no beast nor human
as it takes each hour soft within the night.



Linking with dVerse for Mary's prompt "Time"



 

Life Is God's Artistic Masterpiece

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.

~Stanley Horowitz

The Autumn Gateway Has Opened

 

Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning,

 and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze.

 ~Terri Guillemets

 

 

 

I welcome autumn with open arms once more!

The Present is the Inheritance of Now

"A day is Eternity's seed, and we are its Gardeners."  ~Erika Harris

If only we could grow time like corn in a field...

for it does seem that time has wings of its own...

and it wrinkles all in its path...

...but what a beautiful ride that it is...

...and at times it can be confusing and seem to spiral out of our grasp...



 then pieces seem to get lost along the way...

 and focus all we may the clock keeps ticking at the same pace...

as time ripples outward to tomorrow from yesterday...

yet, no matter how you look at it...time stops for no one,

so listen to the words of dear Emily who said:

"Forever is composed of nows."  ~Emily Dickinson

Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!

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A Fool and a Cigarette

image by R.A.D. Stainforth

The Mag #149

"I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes."

 ~Carl Sandburg, "Prairie," Complete Poems, 1950

When we are 16 we smoke all our tomorrows

like cheap cigarettes and strawberry hill wine

at an endless hangout at the corner store...

yet when we are old we smoke all our yesterdays

like one fine cigar and rare expensive wine

at a place we wish we had gone and can no longer afford.

"Life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward." ~Soren Kierkegaard

Wishing Tess and everyone at The Mag a wonderful and Happy New Year!

The Horizon,

"Time is the longest distance between two places."  ~Tennessee Williams

When I was growing up, I spent many season at my Grandparent's home.  It was a place of comfort, and a place that held some of the most treasured memories of my childhood.  Each room echoed of wonder and was a big adventure that filled my days. 

As time passed my visits became less frequent with the busyness that life provides as we get older.  Growing up has it's rewards and it's losses.  Years later after my Grandparents had passed away, I returned once again to that familiar place to my heart.  Walking into it's threshold I was amazed at how much different things appeared.  What once seemed so big, now looked so much smaller in my eyes.  The home was still near and dear to me, but my perception of it's size had completely changed.  It was a place that I learned so many lessons about life, love, and wisdom.  Grandparents hold a wealth of knowledge and history that they gladly share with those they love.  What they had given me was greater than could be measured by this world.   My horizons were broadened more within those walls, than any other home that I lived in growing up.  What I learned I have carried with me like a suitecase on a journey to other lands.  It has always been within my arms, but time has changed my strength to hold it close.  Experience has a way of changing how we view the world.  The big picture becomes more clear.   I think this can be true in so many areas of our lives. The more life we live, the more we fall and get back up, the better we are at dealing with troubles we may face along the way.  It is a hopeful journey.  One that grows bigger with insight and substance as we move forward.  No matter how big problems can seem in our past, there is a future of hope that can make those trials appear smaller.  Sometimes being in the midst of the storm can make it hard to see clearly.  Once we have the quiet to reflect and look back, we can see with clarity that in the big picture those huge problems were just a small stumbling block along the way.  Just something to prepare us not just for today, but for tomorrow as well. 

Linking with Poetry Jam

 

A Vision To Behold

Magpie #59

"Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked."  ~Ralph Ellison

I held her once my fickle friend before she had to flee

It seemed a mere moment that I could never seize

The only grasp I could hope to hold would never suffice

For beauty is a wayward kind that leaves before goodbyes

The only way to capture her and keep her in one place

Is a snapshot or paint and canvas held within a picture frame.

 

The Magician's Tools

Magpie #41

He is like a fickle lover, awkwardly gone before morning,

yet smooth like the wrinkled sheets he left behind.

He is a true magician with tricks up a sleeve,

and well crafted illusions between each line.

He raises up youth in a elevation act

dangling upon a string.

Only to let go and drop it

in a disappearing act for all to see.

Pulling moments out of a hat, like rabbits,

that we can never retrieve.

A continuous magic show that you have to see to truly believe.

Yes, time is the great illusionist, and the clock one tool upon a stage,

for God, and man's time and calenders have never been the same.

To read more moments in time....check out lovely Willow's Magpie Tales

His Name Is Forever

Magpie # 32

When we are children time is always our friend,

we play hand in hand for hours on end.

One day we grow up and we become distant and lose touch.

We start running through life in a big rush.

Years go by, and one day, he calls and knocks at our door.

We remember, catch up, and plan to do more.

Then we are elderly, and our days become few,

he clings to our side like a friend that is true.

At the moment when we will say farewell to this place,

he does not stop nor leave, but accompanies us to heaven's gates.

To read more prompts visit Willow's Magpie Tales.