“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.
What rises from this wheel is at the mercy of the hands that shape it.
Will there be traces of the elements that go into its making?
Or will the making remove the traces of all that came before? Will it rise,
or will the hands that determine its future crush all that lies within in it,
like tanks rolling across a border that means nothing to those hands?
This poem is my response to The Sunday Muse #200, which offers ten of the top viewed prompt images of the last four years. When I used this image last year it was for a love poem. The current invasion of Ukraine by Russia sends my thoughts in a different direction.
The beauty held in the far horizon cannot be gauged until it is experienced. There is no chill in the unknowing, only an awareness of heights scaled and heights waiting to be achieved, the warmth of their intrinsic value.
Light or dark, each moment along the way brings me closer to enlightenment, the hindsight to reveal the gift within each moment, in that moment when all fog is lifted.
This poem, with 99 syllables, is a response to a challenge at The Carrot Ranch, which was to write prose of 99 words or a poem of 99 syllables, inspired by the provided photo (above). Although I inadvertently submitted an earlier draft of 98 syllables, the challenge was for a worthy cause, which was to raise funds to assist Sue Vincent with expenses incurred as she struggles with her illness. The entire collection of responses can be found here.
Obscured perception will
one day open to distinction.
What lies beyond?
KL Caley has taken over as torchbearer for the photo challenge started five years ago by Sue Vincent. This poem is my response to Beyond the Door – #writephoto Renewal, which uses the first photo used by Sue in her challenge.
The heartache of our final moment shared,
at a distance greater with each passing second,
cannot be denied. You, nearing the horizon,
on a sea of sadness as I watch under a gray sky
bluer than any we have known together.