Never Knowing

it’s the alone in
the dance that makes the never
knowing so complete
               Kerfe Roig

Never Knowing

Your absence the loss
of a scale to measure
all that comes after.

What steps to take
in the loss of moments.
Whether to lead. Or follow.

Whether to acquiesce, be carried
away by a tune, or resent it
for the memories it holds.

The dance of never knowing
is a dark reflection of the dance
of enjoyment that came before.

Both the senryū and the watercolor are by Kerfe Roig,
from her post (nowhere) to be found.

Ken G.

framing the years

framing the years

time, the line
we cannot box, never
finding a final corner

passing on to form
the next box
and the next

a snake
with the mind of Escher
defining the vortex

the core of existence
drawn through time
expressed between that line

A response to Kerfe’s January 2018, at method two madness

A Question of Presence

A Question of Presence

A Question of Presence

I might say to spare me
an absence of presence, should

the time come, but remember,
a sparrow may return to a nest

abandoned, that light still touches
those reaches outwardly empty.

A jay might seem raucous,
even crazed, but devoted,

still, to those it holds dear.
Dotage to its extremes.

In catching up with my reading after last week’s absence, I found derelict, Kerfe Roig’s (method two madness) response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Her poem took me in this direction.
Image source: Blue Jay, © Maria Corcacas/PFW via The Cornell Lab of Ornithology

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Sue’s Original Photo Prompt