This poem is in response to Songshine’s Flashback Track Friday #106 which asks you to share what you see through one of life’s many windows. Join me in sharing your view.
Mid-February to mid-March, is known as WEXWS-Moon of the Frog. Visit the WSÁNEĆ Leadership Council to learn more.
Waiting Night Out
Sunset in our
living room window,
lights blink out.
I’m the keeper of dying embers.
Our cigarette butt love
bent over once, then stubbed.
Memory stomps the wildest flames,
church-like odor remains.
My eyes follow a fuse
of abandoned Christmas lights
left out by the neighbors.
Damn their laziness,
their neglect.
Damn my own craziness.
Trapped on a log,
long-since dead,
across from my old driveway.
Self-marooned.
A frog moon
hopping the lily pad stars
over a blackening pond,
willfully waiting lights out.
© 2023 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Powerful imagery you sprinkle through this – conjures a really vivid scene! 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. I came up with a lot of the light/shadow play sitting on a rotted log at the moment of sunset just this past week. Time is just hopping right along, isn’t it?
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Great inspiration for some cracking verses here! ❤
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😉 thank you. I’ve branched off a bit with this one, but I think the lily pad stars might be my favorite inspiration this year. 💜
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Lovely imagery here, K. Both subtle and powerful at the same time. I enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you, BB. I’m so glad you enjoyed this twilight creation.
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Of course! It put the good in my morning for me. 🙂
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love the last five lines, the frog imagery; very Basho 🙂
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Love this!
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Lovely prose.
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Thank you, Bridgette. So kind.
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