horizon
line against time
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Tag Archives: sunset
Weekly Photo Challenge: Infinite
I count sunsets ~
sea beams float cloud songs
infinite days
Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea
sea collects sun
swirl of vibrant harmony
golden hues of time
The Hold of Time
On the balcony, overlooking the sea, inside of time,
they drank their tea. Blessed by orange and gold,
the sun set slowly, holding every moment,
hand in hand, a dream set on repeat.
Yesterday came and went, and the ticket remained
on the shelf. She folded up the sunset with the tea,
inside the hands, palm lines underneath time.
Today is forever remembering tomorrow.
Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour
fleeting time
the golden hour
moving still
Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape
echoes my mind
caught in between time
floating in escape
Two Times across the Tappan Zee Bridge
The first time was at dusk. The Hudson River stretched
like an invitation in the gentlest glow, both banks’
forest green arms holding me, as I rose with the bridge.
And at the top, nightfall’s vision sang, and I held,
floated there, watching the city catch the river.
Her skyscrapers gathered and huddled and whispered
of the night to come, and began to switch on spots
of bright into the fading light. And beside, tiny, immense
Liberty stood, knowing the city and flowing the river,
and lifted us all across the bridge.
When I returned, it was morning. The light was harsher,
less forgiving. The climb to the top of the bridge seemed
steeper, somehow, for us all. And I saw signs, along
the railings, read them. “Don’t give up. There is hope.
Call the hotline.” Street signs. Bridge signs. Signs.
At the top: “Do not jump.” On this, the North side, only
the river, the fall. And the ghosts that had put all the signs
on the bridge. I could still see them jumping. And my car
would not float but wanted to stop and fling its doors
open for me. But the sign said, “Do not jump.”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Color
driving the day,
crossing the bridge to home,
sun opens her arms
beneath the violet
No One Ever Wrote a Poem for You
You show me a skull, tell me you scare people,
and you don’t believe in God.
I nod and listen, smile a little, and hold out my hand.
Come with me, let’s walk together. Take my hand –
It’s warm, you say – yours is, too, but I knew it would be.
Let’s walk the shore and you tell me why God can’t exist.
I promise to hear you, if you promise to stop with me,
close your eyes and listen to the way waves
feel as they gather toward shore, and break
their release to the sand in song. And see the shells,
and the driftwood, each one a different sea sailor. Listen;
they will tell you stories of voyages and places you could
never know. Breathe the salt air, know it like home,
like carefree summer days and moonlit nights, it holds you.
Now let the words go and watch as my sun floats to the waiting
sea, his arms outstretched to embrace her. Do you feel the yellow?
I watch you close your eyes, and I wrap my arms around you
as the shades of glow and sincerity wash through you. Quiet.
The sun has gone and sweet blue shines the sand. You turn
around silently to hug me. I feel it. Watching you drive away,
I see you smiling. There is love all around you.
God just followed you home.
New Years Eve, 2012
I’m starting this year in a black dress and combat boots.
Gone are the wasted minutes of waiting,
replaying reflections to find reasons, seeking reassurance;
that’s all behind me, flattened by boot prints.
But look up, and you’ll still see the sweet I hold on to,
I cherish, like the quietest cloud at sunset,
or the taste of music, or the feel of blue.
I’m still here this year, with boots to carry me through.