536. Lessons

We learned in life too late
the profoundness of an hour,
and only near the close of day
before our ghost call hither —

We learned too late indeed,
but only from high vantage,
the day has some light yet
for life to take advantage.

Notes:
Uninspiring days of late, but that’s mostly just my current perspective. I can do better.
T: 6

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535. Difraction

The tunnel’s light shone bright as hope
unblemished by the heat of suns
passing over by for many seasons,
yet unacknowledged were those burns —

The tunnel’s light shone bright in turn
that we so near will soon embrace it,
arrived at last beyond the darkened walls,
from blind to blinded in our awe.

Notes:
It was never about youth, just youthfulness.
T: 10

534. Lunch Break

When I made friends with my own Life,
I asked where we went wrong:
That decade passing by
was one nap missed since yesterday,
and more hairs turning gray today
than memories turning dull
with Autumn’s last goodbyes —

But still, still patient is this Life,
as malcontent as motivated:

We might just order salad yet.

Notes:
“Miles to go before I sleep” – so it goes, and so too I must keep moving.
T: 6

533. Tomorrows

I borrow from a debt deferred,
whose time comes unannounced,
but such its paltry interest
that hardly did I doubt
a splurging day or week of treats
those sleepless nights didn’t count —

And such has grown its toll in light
that no swindler could conceive,
yet old a tale as debt to self,
it never fails to bring new griefs.

Notes:
Fight for today then; that’s my next play until I get to where I need to be.
T: 13

532. Grey Tea

Cozy is the privileged view
of snow beyond the window,
serene the afternoon
with sips of tea too mellow,
from such a dimming day
would sigh to rest encumbered
watching safely in the warmth,
both shielded and yet hollow.

Notes:
One day at a time. 4 hours still at least. I have only myself to excuse.
T: 17

531. Sands

Somewhere just beyond the minute’s reach
where splashing waves and shimmers beckon,
that waiting there, held mutual gazes,
we understood without words spoken —

But here, enveloped in a sleepless hour’s hold
where empty airs would wind and circulate,
a thought was free, but lost the same,
what day and dame did not reciprocate.

Notes:
“If only you would know // the things I long to say…”
T: 14

530. Free Association (#03)

Friends
Undulating
Legacy
Keeper
Agonize

Answered
Lovingly
Wish
Attachments
Yesterdays
Soon

Confide
Oblique
Notions
Fire
Indecisive
Dancing
Ached
Nights
Time

Notes:
Such letters, words, as these – at once a collected jumble, and yet containing so much more. Is that the meaning of free association then, for those who can see connections between lists of words?
T: 12

527. Matching

Just another drop,
an ocean of leftovers,
collective smiles, sad —

But they rejected too,
companions of this wallow,
stories too well-matched —

Gusts of hurricane,
lashing angry upon sails,
mellowed at the shore.

Notes:
A little different from the usual form for tonight, but a topic otherwise evergreen.
T: 12