Amaryllis Dust
“Time flies over us but leaves its shadow behind us" — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Ashes and burnt toast
Life’s choreograph
Memories like fading gray photographs
A record player in the corner of the room spinning an old forty-five
The humdrum of the years continue then a respite
Feasting on poetry and rhymes
Envisioning my life through words
A curtain blowing trimmed with Queen Anne’s lace
Thinking about what could have been, And what was almost displaced
In the tilted painting on the wall
The amaryllis leaves cover the ground like dust
Like a forgotten goal scribbled at the back of a book — inside a sacred husk
A ballad of nocturnal dew
This isn’t the end that I knew
Hazy seasons - a kaleidoscopic blurry view
A grasshopper jumping from grass to leaf
Making patterns and shapes atop broken twigs and weeds
Weaving through my disbelief
That where I am is where I’m meant to be
May I always remember He knows what’s best for me
Written by: Carla L Ibanzo ©2023
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