They linger in memories
Old days long gone yet still here
Gathering in my mind
Each day that passes by
Two entities breeds apart
Here always side by side
Enriched lives we lived
Remembering with love.
Our prompt today was today was to do an acrostic and my subject matter for friends was our dog Zip (why I’m known as Infinite Zip for you new comers) and his buddy Meep (aka Fat Squishy cat). Both our fur babies are no longer with us but I like to hope they are somewhere together, just hangin’ out and having a good time like the old days.
We took our time
slow and steady over the low warmth of life
stirring again and again
watching as we thickened into something
soft and smooth and beautiful.
We grew above us a barrier
thick yet velvet to the touch
knowing below there was so much more,
carefully peeling back the layer
to allow the scent and texture
of love to move slow and steady
diving into the ecstasy of life
we found ourselves in the thick of love,
blissfully aware of each bite,
sighing as we knew the end would follow at some point,
so we took time
moving slower and slower
savoring each little bit
scraping the edges for remnants
never wanting it to end.
Thoughts of life and the pudding I loved as a child. Cooked slowly and once done, would develop this thick beautifully smooth to the touch skin. Sometimes we would take off the skins as it cooled so that it would recreate new to replace what was gone and then we would dive into the delightful concoction. I kept seeing life like that pudding, and love. I suppose anything can be metaphorically linked to good things we remember….for me today, chocolate pudding. Don’t ask me why, it just wouldn’t leave my thoughts so I guess I had to share some with you. Enjoy each bit my friends…I think I need to go make some pudding later….mmmmmm ❤ Perhaps with some whipped cream too, just because.
Our lives flicker in the lightest winds
like candles perched on water
moving with the tides,
We glow on darkest nights beneath
the moon above that aches to be full,
we sit quietly in the moment
watching as time slips past
and the wick falls below the place
where it can hold ground,
a dying sound as it fades away
and we are left with only the beam
of the orb at night
grand white circle moving slow
as we too grow weary,
making our way to the comfort of sleep
dreaming of tomorrow
and a thought of eagerness to see
a full sight of the universe.
This is for the Daily posts prompt candle. I haven’t done these in a while and thought I’d jump in again and attempt some prompted poems. Hope you enjoy.