TIME-RIDERS

Darkness dances in the margins.
Shadows lengthen.
Wildflowers, shed their blooms, one by one
and the meadows echo with the wind’s sighs.

Geese, once more, darken the blue skies
punctuating their flight
with honking cries.

The world turns
never going back to where it began
and we are all its passengers. Where do we go
carrying our age-old burdens?

Greens are fading to ocher.
Grapes are ripening in their vines.
The fragrance of apples is incense
foreshadowing the story born of time.

Night falls. The Harvest Moon rises
Seeds fall to the ground to be.

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The idea of autumn, brought to the fore by this image posted in DVERSE POETS’ Pub’s Poetics prompt last Tuesday, inspired the above piece.  My older boys, aged 14 and 12, to whom I read my poems first to get a feedback, called it an emo piece.  The 12-year old said it was 8/10 but where was the rhyme?  The boys’ comments notwithstanding, I am just glad to be able to write a complete piece.  I have too many attempts written in the note app of my phone and in a notebook.  Somehow, I could not complete them.

Zen Tree V – Beverly Dyer, painter Photo posted in DVERSE POETS’ PUP for its Poetics Prompt

Thank you for you, friends, who regularly come by to read and comment.  I do appreciate your kindness a lot.   I apologize for not being able to respond (promptly!) to comments and to read posts.  I do much of my blogging on a desk top but these days, my PC is often used by children who do their school and what not.  There are days I even forget I have a blog to begin with.  I will try to do some catching up.  Promise. 🙂

6 comments

  1. Lol at your older boys called your poem an emo poem. They seem to very honest 😀 I felt your poem was a bit on the dark side when you speak of uncertainty on wondering where to go as the world keeps turning. Time wait for no one. Hope you are doing well and having a good start to autumn, Imelda. Sounds like your boys are enjoying using the PC for quite a few things. So fun for them 😀

    • 🙂 Yeah, they can be brutal and funny. I think they have mastered the art of snarky and sarcasm at their age.
      I agree with you that the poem is on the dark side, at least in the first part. I think it is part experiment with images, part the desire for unusual, part life meditation, and part autumn. 🙂 I did try to make it lighter in the end though — the seed falls so it could live and become. It is a happy note to end, right? Oh, tell me it is so. 🙂 ha ha ha

      Yes, I am kind of excited about autumn. Summer can get quite dull (with all the greens and browns and dead blooms). Autumn is a start, if you can say that. I love its colors and the cool respite from the heat.

      And how are you? I hope spring finds you with in the happiest of spirits.

      • I do think you ended the poem on a hopeful note. Seeds fall, a sign of a new beginning and potential new life 🙂

        With Autumn there is more colours and maybe you will get to take some colourful photos this season 🙂 We are just done with winter over here. A cold start to spring but hopefully it will warm up soon 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on Mitch Teemley and commented:
    My Featured Blogger this week is Imelda Santore of My Wall. Imelda, a transplant from the Philippines to the U.S., is a homeschooling mother who admits she is “not very chatty.” Hence, poetry and photography are, I suspect, her way of peering over The Wall. Her poems and images are, like her adopted New England home (what is it about New England and poetry?), quiet, meditative, and in a word, lovely.
    Visit and see for yourself.

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