The Composer What heavenly symphony rises weaved by the eternal master that freezes the moment of reincarnation the dry yellow dances over the verdant green where death meets life in the deep Hour 4 @varenyas
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A Hundred Years From Now (Hour 4)
Just wondering how they lived, my ancestors Using capsules to the moon and back Carrying tablets and pads and phones Heard they used to dial numbers and wait Until the other person picked their call What a life! Saw some of those antiques today-…
Wooden Desk in The Woods
It must have happened long ago when the wooden desk and wooden chair were taken outside Perhaps it was an eviction and after all of the people had left and the house was no more and the land and the made things in the land…
Ancestry.com, Hour Four
Ancestry.com When time trickles away and my body is lost to it, one more soul among a trillion others that float freely in the ether, what memory hand will snatch me back? To whom will my words speak? Will they be pressed between the pages…
Prompt 2 “He will not see me stopping here”
The end is ugly Often predictable and heartbreaking Everything can be done in a different way and still fail My heart creates space by building a room Offering him a place to stay for a little while I need to think about my choices So…
4.5… Splash
The children are laughing in the backyard as they splash with the hose. The chickens scatter, but it only reminds me of the seeds we’ve burned scattered like my thoughts like our fears like fuck you. The children are laughing in the backyard as they…
Monsoon 3022
It’s raining A hundred years from now New seeds will bear fruit, You’ll see gardens bursting with Elms, oaks, pine Rivers in full spate, rushing by,; Glens awash in roses, chrysanthemums, Jasmine, Our dreams of greened acres All the things we yearn for today, but…
Hour 2: Rivers of Sisters
Swarms of anonymous people, congesting the sidewalks, frothing over curbs onto battered asphalt canals, interweaving through stalled traffic. A highway full of angry people, anonymous behind their banners, united behind their message. Seen. Heard. They are the movement you see cascading across our country. Anonymous…
5.Wine Glass
When I’m sixty six, how will I be? Will I sit near ivy covered window knitting all day small little sunflowers on Christmas sweaters, shouting at the kids making a lot of noise? Or will I sit on the old oak bench, reading a red…
#4- Broken Music
The rusty old piano sits there Years of disuse Centuries of neglect