She sways – Shadorma Pair – November 7, 2015

old lady
sways seductively
once lovely
still graceful
now the men just ignore her
she’s still beautiful

standing there
outside the cafe
cold and sad
mini skirted
the lady of the night waits
on the cobbled street

© G.s.k. ‘15

B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Shadorma Pair – November 7, 2015

OctPoWriMo Day 9 – Friends (Haibun) – October 9, 2015

Another day, another season passing and with it’s passing tomorrow is born. The two young men go tramping along the country road behind the cemetery wading through the dry fallen leaves walking Michael’s dog.  Theirs is an odd relationship. Months  pass and seemingly they lose sight of one another as each follows a different trail, only to catch-up with their life-long relationship in the first seconds of their coming together again.  Their friendship has withstood the ravages of time, girlfriends and life choices.  Comfortable in the exchange of their experiences (they remind me of two scientists or perhaps philosophers exchanging notes) they console each other making suggestions of how to help the other’s dreams come true. The church bell strikes the hour, they separate, not knowing when the next encounter will be but sure they will meet again.

afternoon in fall
the graveyard is decked out –
bright chrysanthemums

 © G.s.k. ‘15

 

“Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.”  by Kahlil Gibran (found on dVerse – Haibun Monday)

Passing Time – Free Verse – May 30, 2015

passing spring

passing spring

trundling down a country road –
sweet perfumed air and waving grass –
I came upon a tumbling ruin
and thought of how all springs pass
imagining when it never stood
that house which once held happiness
the sound of children on the steps
a Christmas morning
a funeral wake …
Ah – how time passes so rapidly
like a ride in a country road
a ruined home went whizzing past
leaving nothing, but my photograph
and a ghost of an
imagined life.

© G.s.k. 15

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond

Early Mourning Walk – Free Choka

unclear

unclear

early mourning walk
passing worlds forever gone
unclear the new road
unclear the passage
these days slip by and life ends
contemplating change
thinking about tomorrow …
hours tick past like a time bomb
without reflection
without a reason …
an illusion of freedom
with these make-believe choices …
we are a parenthesis
anonymous and nameless
alive just for a moment
in Universal chaos
our ambition over-blown
for we’ll always be unknown
it’s a folly, life,
these words chase themselves
around and around
as the morning sun rises
on an eternal
early mourning walk.

Haibun: Time

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Funny how memory works.  When I was a little girl,  everything seemed to be so very big; trees, staircases, people, furniture, everything was huge!  Can you imagine two straight back chairs that when placed side by side could make a crib for a 3-year-old. I recreated just such a crib for you in a series of photographs above, it was an easy thing to do since the idea has stuck in my memory from so many years!

What about time…how quickly everything passes by now at 62.  24 hours to a person my age is more like a full week to a child of 3 to 5!  At that age, everything is a discovery.  Everyone was so wonderfully fuller, more complete and so much nicer or nastier.  There’s something hyper-real in the workings of a child’s mind.  I’ve often thought that as a childwe couldn’t imagine how the day would end, it’s always a surprise, whereas now, we’ve programmed our day until there is nothing left to surprise us.

An adult remembers his past differently, too.  He colors the past with emotions so that the past changes, people change and indeed even the world changes. And though I remember those two chairs as being the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in, experimentation in later years has convinced me that I must have slept very badly indeed! The chairs would have come apart each time I moved…the pillows would have fallen off, and it’s so narrow…But, I remember it being the most comfortable bed I ever slept in and I remember how much fun it was making it and grandma and mom laughing with me as I got into it….

And the future?  It was imponderable when I was a child.  The very thought of 1980 or 2000, or heaven forbid, 2014…my head would begin to swim even  just  thinking about the idea of being 20 years old!  Those numbers had magical connotations…imponderables as I said, unthinkable dates this assured the coming of the future in all it’s magical mystery, because no man could manipulate those numbers…the future could be what it would be.

voyage through time
reality  imagined
tomorrow assured

A Haibun inspired by this quote offered by Ligo Haibun this week: The future is assured. It’s just the past that keeps changing. Russian Proverb The quote was furnished by Ese from Ese’s Voice.

Kyrielle: Yesterdays

Arco's Castle

Kyrielle

Yesterdays

I wander through this lonely life,
Full of terror and daily strife,
And then I look back in a daze,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

I ask here does time really flow?
I’m not sure if I really know.
I look upon these passing ways,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

The Zen master taught with a bow:
“Time is an illusion says Tao.”
I uselessly sharpen my gaze,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

I looked in the mirror and hey!
My head is now crowned in light grey.
My days pass me by in replays,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

So if time is an illusion.
Arthritis just a delusion.
I’ll dance and sing in cabarets,
Looking for my lost yesterdays!

Well, I think it’s philosophy,
Not really gerontology,
Far better than writing essays,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

A rhyme that’s about passing time,
I prefer to ranting on crime.
Illusion or not rot decays,
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

I think right now just for starters,
I’ll ban those government farters!
No past so ’tis a useless phrase:
Looking for my lost yesterdays.

October 13th Prompt: Community Storyboard