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 ~