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Mexico Saves Daylight

Nobody knows
what this new day
has in store for us.
The colors stolen by night
have not come back yet––
only the string of miniature Chinese lanterns
strung on the patio
glow their soft tones:
lavender, yellow, peach, rose, lime green.
Powered by energy stolen from the sun,
they light up this very early morning darkness
otherwise lit by the random stars of
streetlights undulating over roads that wind up foothills.

The mountain peak named Señor Garcia
stands against the gray predawn sky.
Colima volcano peers over his shoulder,
half-obscured by mist and clouds.
My day emerges.

Scatterings of lights twinkle
from the small pueblos across the lake.
Bats swoop and dart
after the last insects of the night,
then speed impossibly into second-story tejas
for their communal day’s rest.

The hot tub cover,
submerged a few inches beneath the water’s surface,
forms a mirror for…

Your sight was twenty twenty

I didn’t see us so clearly

I thought my vision perfect

Then you left, and I was merely

A shell, a husk, unwanted cover

Discarded, as a piece of trash

It could not have hurt me more

If you had struck me with a lash

I wished, I wished, but now I see, so perfectly

You and I were but that wish,

Reality—I failed to see.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #260

Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #120 – Exquisite & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #260

a crap year unfolds
desiring the exquisite
our hope was wanting

He had been in a gloomy, despondent, unpredictable mood all-day and he knew his wife and children had tiptoed warily around him. He busied himself in the garage sorting the shelves, rearranging items, taking them down, and putting them back, in exactly the same place. His wife had been busy inside making cookies and cupcakes with her two young helpers. It was Christmas Eve, 2023, a time for peace on earth and goodwill to all.

It had been quite the year, a new variant of Covid had emerged and the country was in lockdown restrictions once again, inflation was running at 15% annually, his five-year mortgage at 1.6% had matured and he had renewed for one year at 10.5% and as if it couldn’t get any worse Russia had launched a tactical nuclear strike on Ukraine in anger as…

2020 had its moments, but I mostly remember it for the pandemic, global lockdowns and people being out of work.  I guess the best thing that happened was that Trump had been voted out of office, although he didn’t want to leave, and all this election madness followed.  I need to mention the Breonna Taylor and George Floyd incidences that took place, and it is hard to forget the forest fires and hurricanes that we had.  The Black Lives Matter (BLM) movement of 2020 brought racism into the forefront of everyone’s life and people started talking about defunding the police.  It was hard to watch the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis, Minnesota being shown on TV every day and I kept yelling at my set for the officer to take his knee off George’s throat and let him breathe.

Numerous wildfires were burning across California, Oregon, and Washington fueled by hot, dry climate…

Yes

i’ve said yes
a million times
on many events
on many occassions
on many circumstances
it felt good seeing the smiles
and sighs of relief of people
i’ve given my “yes” to but nothing
compares to when i said “yes” to you.
it was my biggest “yes” ever
the kind of “yes” that leads us to forever.

the year is 2022.
i said “yes” to many more years with you.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #260

Image Credit:- Mohamed Almari @ Pexels

Beware! This ain’t a parody of skepticism,

This ain’t a pain of longing,

Is it an illusion that I’ll be remembered after I’m gone,

Maybe for a day or two or a year in the immediate circle, perhaps?

They aren’t to be blamed for neglecting-

Life rests for none,

Sun rises and sets same as before,

I’m but a bridge to be crossed over,

Is it an illusion that I’ll be remembered after I’m gone,

Time and people move on,

Sometimes long before I’m gone!

85 words

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 259. This is the prompt :-

Here’s a conversation for a prompt.

Person A : How many children do you have?

Person B : Biological, spiritual, emotional or legal?

Think about how your being, your thoughts multiply in the universe. Write about your…

For you my child
I paint the skies
in gold and pink of hope
with bags of clouds to rain
good luck to brighten your eyes
as you step into your dreams
and don't need to ever look back

Mindfills for Reena’s Exploration challenge #256 ~ Sadje’s wdys