Nostalgia #poetry #beaches #photography

beach shadow

memories of feet caressing sand

beaches and piers, a quest

chasing shore birds

digging for treasure

building castles in shared dreams

***

sand collapses

sun shines too bright in my eyes

you walk with another

The word “nostalgia” comes from two Greek roots, nostos meaning ‘return home’ and algia ‘longing’. However neither poetry nor politics birthed the term, rather it came from ‘medicine’. In the seventeenth century nostalgia was considered as a curable disease, like a common cold.

Nostalgia is a longing for a Place as well as for a Time.

Sharing with Poets United – the theme this week Nostalgia.

 

 

Behind the Elevator #poetry #photography

hall

Beckoned to the mystery

something I might dread

there has to be something

behind the hallway of my head

my finger shudders, lingers

on THE button slowly now

once I press it “Open”

“Close” may not be allowed

my hand makes the decision

reason swirls with dismay

one thing I can tell you

I’ll never be the same

If I told you what I found there

you’d be in a tangle too

but I signed a special paper

you’ll wish in part you knew

the question now arises

where am I am I not

if you knew the answer

you’d stand to lose alot

Wishing all the Poet’s United folks a happy Wednesday and Happy Thanksgiving (for those who are celebrating) and thanks Sumana for the prompt “Hyperbole.”

 

 

Cat and Mouse #poetry #deadlines

kitty

 

leaving me one morsel

follow affection’s trail

perfect is the trap

“sir, you are no mere cat!”

*

turn from being shunned

closer now you come

sidle Cheshire smile

“sit with me awhile”

*

again, I take the bait

no exit no escape

in your claws another mouse

 so many in this house

***

sand  another wall

this house has endless seasons

a poem on the stairs

up stairs

This  “Cat” poem (prompted by Poet’s United) was written on the stairs on a scrap of cardboard while I was sanding and prepping something else that doesn’t want to stay attached to my house.

I am nearing completion (next Wednesday my deadline) of a year-long remodel.  I look forward to writing the stories cluttering in my head.

Sacrifice of Innocence #poetry #thehumancondition

little girl

Innocent eyes

gaping in reason’s hull

streaming evil’s lies

young blood curdles

to the screech of the gull

*

her eyes plead for mercy

reflect obsidian guise

down on her knees

cool, the predator circles

strong heart apprise

*

besieged, rise the call

shout the clarion horn

lamb led to slaughter

guileless  purity’s beauty

by deceit’s knife she’s shorn

 

The prompt this week at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Predator / Prey. An interesting challenge to be sure.

 

 

Never Satisfied #poetry #photography

sunshine curtains

they picked over my things

“no please don’t do that!”

they could not hear my voice

I was behind a curtain

everything had changed

I no longer had a say

frozen was time’s clock

I watched behind a curtain

you look different

mechanical are your ways

they’ve taken away your will

A tear behind the curtain

I turn toward a new home

“sorry for your loss”

 join me darling soon

there’s room beyond the curtain

*

giving freely

two pressed between other’s vice

taking  greedily

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Compromise. Sometimes its easier to give everything up then to compromise. Other times it’s all taken (as in situations with the elderly) and again there is little compromise.