Thursday, November 1, 2012

Time for no regrets


                                                                 Roy Lichtenstein

i wake up this morning
shape of grey dawn

where did the time go

to roads filled with cars 
to brown office buildings
to conformity and neat address labels

you said it didn't matter that you lost the game
but i can see the hurt in your eyes

if you can rewind the time

to starting lane, empty room      
to pursuing that wind blown page
to artless conversations

when does the flower know when to bloom 
nor the grapes grow plump for the plucking

i draw a map hammering the future,
but the wind has other ideas,
scattering the colors of leaves everywhere

you hit the ball, and try to catch every pass,
careful not to hit the outside lines, you jump 

blurring the lines, it is difficult to tell
which option or choice is best like 
deciding if apple or pear is a better fruit 


legs and hands, tired and bruised, 
you change clothes and go back in, 
straight back, steel fire in your eyes

time does not have a face nor mirror
nor is real life like a cartoon strip in grid map-
we don't always bounce back after each failure

but i try to 
for your sake  
and no regrets from me either  
  

picture credit:   here

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Post modern (High/low art) - A bit of surreal pop art with my real life journey. 


My daughter's team lost all of their 4 volley  ball games this morning- finals among Grade 8 schools.   Though she played well all throughout the game, the team could do more practice and fire to win the games.   For me, it was chance to cheer her team, stay home and catch my breath as it has been a crazy week in the office.   Thanks for the visit ~  

36 comments:

  1. How appropriate
    My mind has been in this playground all day on the perpetual swing.
    Funny bout plans, goals, dreams and future. The need to modify and scale back.
    Laughing now, at what once seemed so important.
    Guess that's life
    Nice thinkin, you
    Enjoy your time off

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    1. There are some things that become less important, but there are some that becomes more...I guess its a matter of perspective ~

      Thanks for the visit Rick ~

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  2. Sometimes winning just isn't in the cards, at least they got some good exercise, you got a fun outing and they know what needs work, some positive things come out of it.

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    1. I guess so Pat ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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  3. when does the flower know when to bloom
    nor the grapes grow plump for the plucking

    i draw a map hammering the future,
    but the wind has other ideas,
    scattering the colors of leaves everywhere

    love that bit grace...and glad you got the chance to support her...sorry it did not turn out better but it sounds like there are things that could be fixed...hopefully they had fun...this was a great piece, ha, enjoyed it thoroughly...

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    1. Thank you Brian for the support and encouragement.

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  4. Interesting play with the pop art and your real life

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    1. Real life is not always so easy as it looks ~ Thanks John ~

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  5. Shame to play 4 and lose them all still, it's all good for experience and they'll hopefully know better and do better from now on.
    I like the stanza Brian already mentioned.
    Hope you enjoyed the day off work.

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    1. I was proud of her games and spirit ~ Enjoyed this downtime for a bit ~

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  6. Hello Grace, it has been a while since I participated in dVerse and you brought that feeling of longing to write as beautiful as you did. Thank you.

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    1. Thanks for the visit ~ Hope you can write again ~

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  7. "blurring the lines, it is difficult to tell
    which option or choice is best" Great work here, a pleasure to read.

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  8. Sorry your daughter's team lost those four games, Grace. That is hard at that age......at any age!

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  9. This is really wonderful, the blend of your experiences and the commentary on life. It's seamless and beautifully executed. Brian picked out my favorite part. I've been at work rushing to get back to the poetry and joyfully read this as my first piece back, thank you, sorry to hear about the losing streak though.

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  10. Oh yes. I've been helping someone with a pome on basbeall, or at least with that being the metaphor, and this reminded me of that and actually gave me some insight into another demension. I liked the relationship, the understanding, the tenderness. Very mature. I liked this a lot.

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  11. The pop art choice was great and the tearful poem interesting

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  12. I had a long laugh before reading just because of your Lichtenstein, my favorite of which is "I forgot to have children."

    And then, sobriety breathes between the ironic gasps because of this beautiful thing ye who love do for each other--bounce back, take it in stride--

    "i draw a map hammering the future,
    but the wind has other ideas,
    scattering the colors of leaves everywhere"

    and we may miss the meeting, the ball, each other . . .
    God may have a different plan.

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    1. I see you busy with other things, which is good. I chose that picture for irony and contrast to real life ~

      Thanks for the visit Susan ~

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  13. oh dear always I think wherethe times go?? I hate she cry or she suffer I really hate you understand!
    She has 18 (like Ditto the other twin) but always is difficult, send you huggs dear Grace!

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  14. nice..i like how you weave the real life event with the other images that read like paint strokes..sorry that she lost..ugh..always tough...but the most important thing is that she had fun and great you could take the day off to support her as well

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  15. gorgeous writing dear grace!...God love u

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  16. great write Grace. very interesting how you merged this all together, while adhering to the theme of the prompt. Great choice

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  17. Nice piece about the ups and downs and 'who knows' of life...for her as well as you;)

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  18. Excellent, the way you managed this. I very much like what you have made of it. A really enjoyable read.

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  19. Excellent response to the prompt... and a sad reality in life. Thought-provoking, too...

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  20. It's a pity life is so competitive to cause a sense of failure in the game, when the joy should be in the enjoyment of it. We are all one in the end. Your poem well expresses the feelings coming over.

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  21. if only we could turn back time...

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  22. Really nice piece, from the heart,,,,,,

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  23. Nice work-glad that you were able to us the occasion to write this. I'm sure your daughter will have winning days too.

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  24. we don't always bounce back after every failure...beautiful, and so true..

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  25. legs and hands, tired and bruised,
    you change clothes and go back in,
    straight back, steel fire in your eyes

    Win or lose is part of the game. But being 8th grade little things mean a lot. What is important they enjoyed every moment and so do the parents! Nicely Grace!

    Hank

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  26. Hammering the future .... that struck my



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  27. yes it made me wonder if there are any sports which are collaborative physical fun without losingness. keepyuppy perhaps. it would have been good to have you there being supportive.

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  28. i draw a map hammering the future,
    but the wind has other ideas,
    scattering the colors of leaves everywhere. That is so true and so poetically said. Yes, no regrets, everything is but an experience.

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  29. A great write. Sorry about the team losing :( and I hope things got better.

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