Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

landslide of time

Honorable Mention (Stormy ‘loved this.’ Might have been an exclamation point in there…)

i don’t forget
like an elephant.
seasons of regret slow send
my palm leaf manuscripts whirling,
weaving through
the fading umbrellas, searching
earth, decomposition
in my unguarded soul.

i am thinning, too.

it pours down
on my gray head, falls faster
than a heart beating.
yet, unable to conceive:
why am I so dry?

landslide of memories,
tides wash out to gold horizon,
i suppose.
i have not spied her.
the only flame, doused:
light of my torch woman.
is she gray, too?
somewhere across this dark shore
where i’m anchored?

steadfast is a worn word.

life: inevitable waiting
while mysterious sand slips through
a shapely time glass.
it lays now at the bottom.
no vigor left for diving,
as the last granule could fall
soon in this void —

i’m not ready.


8.18.22
32 lines, free verse

Prompt Words — hence color:
heart weaving tides pours seasons life landslide human (can be man, woman, child)