Imagination

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What do people often say is a waste of time, not real,
an escape from reality?

What creates vast castles in the clouds, lone watches on gorgeous beaches, with only three things you were allowed to bring?

What can frighten us in the dark of night and inspire us in the darkest of days, lead us on wild goose chases and out of impossible situations?

Where did this
   idea(?)
      story(?)
           …fiction(?)
Come from?

Why won’t it go away?

If only.
I wish.
I hope that never happens.
IF that should ever happen, here’s what I’ll do.
Next time that happens, I will have a plan.

The human mind, a frightening, glorious, ironically tiny space. Who could have dreamt such a thing into existence?

I wonder, put down my pen, and wonder some more before continuing with
my day.

 

This is my daily post for the A-Z Challenge. Happy Monday!

The Artist

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Whenever she pictured him, he held

A brush in his hand, mouth pursed in thought.

Together, they imagined universes and colors and sound like the

Delicate cool blue whirl of the pulsar like the ocean at the heart of every star.

Whenever she pictures him, colors stain his fingers,

Many colors swirled in a chaotic mess

Like their love, like their passion

Yields eventually to the whirl of daily reality,

Of family, of dinners made hastily and conversations murmured in between

Predictable as the planets spin around a yellow sun.

This is my submission for the A-Z Challenge where this month I am going to post a flash fiction (or in this case flash fiction poetry) a day. Happy April!

Memoria

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Gazing through
   Memories of
        the past.

What happens in Venice stays,
     Cool Umbria nights
        Hot Siena days.

Red and browns and greens,
   Swirling champagne, ruby red wine
       Goes down so sweetly

Like ghosts of a future past.

loneliness

loneliness
 lingers
on the rim of
     my glass,
falls shattered
  through my fingers,
pools white and clear
   like milk.

don’t lie
 don’t even cry
   for what i never had.
emptiness would be better.
nothing would be better.

all the things we say:
   so nice to see you.
   so sorry for your    loss.
   we’re here.

always here.
   never there
again.

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I have only a second to                                      try to
              tell you                                          i can’t
                                              remember
                                               what.

let me try again.

so much                                                 more than i
             has happened                      can bear
                     tripping            off     my tongue
                        over my words.

I’ve missed you!

Please don’t go again
so soon.

i need time to get it together.
i need time to breathe and process and…okay,
goodbye.