What It means when I step into the shower with my glasses on…

Photo by Hermes Rivera on Unsplash. For The Poetic Asides prompt #554

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Sometimes I think
that my sight is leaving me,
the common, quotidian comfort
of seeing the world that touches me
slowly slipping away, taking flight
but not yet gone; only a little less close
the next time morning rolls my way.

Maybe it is my mind forgetting
where the thin discs
of shimmering glass
that bring the light end,
and where my rods and cones
ravaged by time begin.

Maybe it is the world reminding me
to cherish the moments of sight
whilst as yet they still linger.

Where I Am

For the Poetic Asides prompt 530 Where You Are, Photo by Reiseuhu on Unsplash

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Here the sun
hangs like a weight
its heat like a curtain,
dense, wrapped around itself
like thick clouds
keeping out the light.

Dust clouds swirl
around hardy rocks,
each peak a monument
to defiance, to aeons
of resistance,
to heads held high against
the ravages of earth,
sand and time.

For a season this,
this barren space
which survives
against the odds
is home, reluctant
as it may be

Silence, For C…

For C, and the others 2020 has taken. A response to the Poetic Asides prompt, Pandemic. Photo by Marina Reich on Unsplash
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Where the patter
of your footsteps
once roamed
silence reigns,
the joy of breath
and thought
and sonorous song
subsumed by the
frailty of things.

Death lingered
at your door, too long
and then snatched you.
In the silence that you leave
we remember the things
we planned tomorrow.

A Novem For Starlight

Photo by Max Saeling on Unsplash

For the Poetic Aside Prompt #516 and the Novem poetic form. Not strictly interpreted though…
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Come bask beneath
the starlight. Yield
yourself to Time’s

gift of colour
splashed across night’s
canvas. Come here,

Hear the whisper
of nature’s song.
Ponder in awe.