Visions of Absence ~ fractal poem

Visions of Absence

In darkness filled with the light of memories,
I call out in a voice that carries no weight.
The silence of your response echoes
in scenes that play out before me,
moments always out of reach but never
far from my mind, even in waking dreams
when I know you are gone but always
with me. The separation of decades
knows no distance, whether dreaming
or awake. Day and night are the same,
your absence all the difference.

 This is my response to dVerse – Poetics – Fractals, the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem using “fractal poetics.” Alice Fulton describes this as exploring the structure of free verse as “a dynamic, turbulent form between perfect chaos and perfect order,” here.

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the hush of departure

the hush of departure

the hush of departure

out of reach, the clouds
wisps about their feet, so softly

they tread, or take flight
on broad wings, passing

before us, distant, yet vivid,
long gone, yet always

in our thoughts, gracing
our dreams with fond memories

Less darkness this time, in my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Four (each day a new Yeats quote).

“…till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.” W.B. Yeats

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fading dreams

fading dreams

was a time when dreams
meant potential
meant hope
held
a promise
of future plans
and a brighter tomorrow

but years grow shorter
potential fades
even hope
dims
and dreams
are more about
what might have been

Neha, at forgottenmeadows has started a new poetic collaboration – When Dreams Fade Away.
This is my entry.

Dreamscape

Dreamscape

Where else would you smile at the sight of a mountain meadow,
tumbling, rolling downhill to find yourself on a tropical reef
as you wind through the Chicane in 1963 Watkins Glen,
crossing the line at the bottom of the hill in your soapbox derby car,
your paddle stabbing desperately as the raft crests a wave,
realizing you dropped one pole halfway through the slalom
of revelers in Times Square on New Year’s Eve
just as the ball drops for your winning lottery ticket,
all expenses paid to a mountain meadow far from the madness?

Dream with me, and know.

Image source: ESA/Hubble & NASA (Judy Schmidt) via Astronomy Picture of the Day