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Time Stands Still – Rima Dissoluta

Le Vieux Port – Marseille

Time Stands Still

Seventeen in nineteen sixty nine
Hair blonde, straight and long
all the way down to the waist
Skirt tiny with a pleat
Way above the knees

Limbs stretched supple, lean and fine
Pushing through the throng
A girl on a mission makes haste 
Never missing a beat
Excusez-moi if you please

Le Vieux Port, Marseille, said the sign
heart skipping it won’t be long
She’ll see him, not a moment to waste
Slipping into her seat
Waiting fifty three years, a breeze


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Sanaa is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with
a French form called Rima Dissoluta.  It is a poem of three five line
stanzas and the rhymes would work as follows:

(1-a, 2-b, 3-c, 4-d, 5-e) (6-a, 7-b, 8-c, 9-d, 10-e) (11-a, 12-b, 13-c, 14-d, 15-e)

I lived in Marseille when I was younger and have fond memories 

When It Is Time

When It Is Time

I can assure you
Lovesick I am not
I am merely smitten by
the thought of your love
My mind wanders in dreams
of warm, exotic nights
under the stars
That you might hold me
in your arms
speaking words of love
that I might feel butterflies
in my stomach and remember
how it felt
Is it so wrong to wish
for these things?
I do not even know you
You are out there somewhere
and you have not found me yet
But I am here
and I am ready to receive
when it is time
 
 
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All Rights Reserved

Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets before they
take their summer break until July 11.

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay 

A Waste of Time – Prosery

A Waste of Time

We spent a lifetime not even knowing each other.  Spinning our wheels with failed marriages and empty relationships.  Coming from different parts of the world we inexplicably ended up in the same city.  Moving in the same orbit but not connecting until that one special night when we finally met.  I was cynical and you were the perfect gentleman.   We had so much in common and talked into the wee hours sharing stories of world travel.  

We lived the dream until the health scare came.  The focus was no longer on us, but “it”.  It consumed you.  Even when you were made safe and fully recovered, it lived with us.  Haunting me like a mistress.  Now instead of love we are at war with each other.

When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Merril is hosting Monday Prosery at D’Verse Poets and has prompted us with a line from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke’s poem, “A Time”. When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it. We are to write a piece of flash fiction (Prosery) including the prompt line. Prosery is exactly 144 words excluding the title

Time Is Up

Time Is Up

Exhausted and drained
Grown tired of the never ending
game
No more rocks in the pile
Can no longer shift the blame
 
Differences to rejoice
Empathy and understanding
to be restored
Walk to towards each other
All avenues explored
 
A time to cast away stones
and a time to gather stones
together
It is now time to forgive
And find the white feather
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 

Quoting Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 American Standard Version (ASV)
She asked us to take two lines from the complete verse and work them
into our poem, either literally, or as a prompt.

I chose:
" a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together"

Here is the complete verse

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.

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