Out of Touch
“I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.”
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Through a haze that erases
possession and masks potential,
where is the horizon?
I grasp but find nothing.
There is no satisfaction
in what is denied.
Past and future out of reach,
the present slips away
with each passing moment.
This is my response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Unbounded
and the photo that is provided.
It also responds to Poetics: Breakfast at Tiffany’s, although it is outside of the window to link it at Mr. Linky. (other responses here). That prompt from Linda Lee Lyberg at dVerse ~ Poets Pub provides several quotes from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” for inspiration.
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I feel that last stanza in particular.
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Ken.
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So very apt! I feel this one through and through! Thank you so much for joining in, Ken!
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Thank you. 🙂 And thanks for the prompt.
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My pleasure, Ken.
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Time is slippery…(K)
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Yes. Make the most of it.
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Beautiful poem, Ken.
Could it be there only is infinity……
Miriam
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We are afloat in it. Thank you, Miriam.
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I particularly like the last stanza, which could be a poem in itself.
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😀 Thank you, Merril.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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