426. Negotiated

When choices are extreme,
no less can be of outcomes,
that opting for the either/or
at best returns a minimum;

And yet that middle road,
mundane and uninspired,
could make of yes and no
an amicable joint-desire.

Notes:
Find our center.
T:7

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425. Lasts

An hour’s not so much
when idled by and wasted,
yet sixty minutes stretch
with pain and teary faces.

A month is hardly long
for a blossoming new love,
but each of thirty days
is hell once broken up.

Notes:
T:12

424. Butterflies

Our clock resists us time
regardless of our pleading,
with each allotted their amount
unknown before its ending —

But lives are not so meek
as to measure worth by seconds,
that in our every humble deed
lives a kindness that outlasts us.

Notes:
Lives, lives…ah, good ol’ English.
T:14

423. Rainfall

Confined to yearnings for the youthful days,
she softly strode on threads of memories,
though flimsy as each verdant hair strand fade,
has kept her smile radiant endlessly —

But peace, like water veil when stirred disturbs
the pleasantry of quietly reflecting,
the tears for loved ones lost like rippling rain
dilute a smiling face worth protecting.

Notes:
It’s hard to appreciate how ephemeral life really is sometimes. Makes many conflicts and contrivances in life look ridiculous beside.
T:17

422. Directed

Weary feet and heavy sighs
do little for exhausted eyes,
but forged of fire, self-destructive,
an ember sparked from hope,
can lift a will just long enough
to lumber past the finish post.

Notes:
T:6

421. Inbox

The messages of past,
they filled the email folder,
with each a quickened skim
reminding that we’re older;

The messages won’t last,
the destined for deletion,
but just before once more
arousing dormant fictions.

Notes:
Once upon…another…time…
T:4

420. Progress Bar

You work against the clock
as though time would concede
to the whims of sleep-deprived
compulsions to complete
all the promises made in hours
of a youthful optimism,
but aging has its weary way
of making us forget them.

Notes:
If staying strong was easy, we’d all be strong. Stay focused.
T: 6

419. Owl’ed

By choice the coffee drank
an hour before midnight;
I guess there was no hope
of sleeping before daylight —

Yet on the side of waking
is a city-granted silence,
found only in depths of dark
by the senseless, sleep-defiant.

Notes:
A good night is a late one, right?
T:7

418. Everest

The alluring of the distant,
shrouded by a dancing daylight,
playing off the misty clouds
telling of a grander ground beyond;

And so we ventured onward,
encumbered with an expectation,
but find only once we’re there
that rocks are rocks when near.

Notes:
On the other side, how does that one funny saying goes? “I didn’t expect anything and I was still disappointed” xD
T:7

417. Groundwork

We dread a work of misery,
a sapping effort, near-contrived,
that daily, weekly, comes and goes,
for as long as we’re alive —

But were it not for dark brown bark
and years of wooden buildup,
no orchards would have blossomed
to please the eyes and feed us.

Notes:
A little off cadence-wise…okay, a lot. What can you expect from 7 minutes and a day of doing job apps…
T: 7