Tales in Thirds

10 words max per line. 3 lines

a series of poems related in structure but unrelated in theme

 

And though I do not know the way,
I step forward – as I always do,
one foot into the new day.

 

They set the stage, built a life;
then let subsequent decades
pick at its seams, tearing them apart.

 

One day you may wake up and wonder,
Am I a dreamer or delusional?
But then, remember: only you are following the narrative.

Polycarbonate

Behind this helmet of polycarbonate,
each breath warms my face,
the condensation bubbles like droplets,
and I remember;
I miss the rain.

Beyond this helmet of polycarbonate,
blue earth cuts the purple of space,
I see more ocean than land
and I remember;
I miss the rain.

Before this helmet of polycarbonate,
early morning thunderstorms,
and a window view aside a cup of tea,
and I remember;
I miss the rain.

But for this helmet of polycarbonate,
I would plunge from orbit,
my life would slip by,
and then maybe
I would feel the rain.

Starlight’s Reprieve

She cleans;
yet in the light of the passing day,
dust particles still dance,
in spite of her efforts.
She cleans;
the infallible remains of dead skin and soil,
twirl around her,
(her only company).
She cleans;
until the light fades from the sky
the dust is silent, unseen
and she is alone.
She cleans;
until it happens:
the flickering light of a single star
then another, and another, and another.
She cleans;
mopping, sweeping, scrubbing, polishing,
but she cannot clean the stars above,
and for this she is grateful.


 

Inspired by: Microcosms 8