Here's to Jim and all our inexorable ghosts, I love you... (copyright 2012 "Seasons of Southern comfort" by Pam Robinson Porterfield.)
Bittersweet Diversity, The Anniversary
Once a year…once again…once more it surfaces temporal. as the tides.
Somewhere within time, another weathered winsome holiday swells
and recedes within a reticent heart.
Not all remember each of them, not everyone can….. not every year.
Nor will all who celebrate successfully…..
brave the obligatory waltz of unwelcomed waves
Relentlessly inundating those unprepared within its ocean of unpredictable emotion.
Some stand steadfast, safely at a distance to seemingly savor the sweetness of a simple shore
and share the swift sea breeze of a smile.
Others tantalize with a tasty toast, to a tethered time that cannot be shaken loose
Such a clinging cruise shall always seem to surface selfishly somewhere…
lingering as christening champagne on a maiden maritime voyage…. at an anniversary…
Then there are those whose memories crave a complete corporal creation
An attempt to reanimate forevermore…
A balancing ballast to ever last …….floating their momentous memories….
bottled and tossed ......
An anachronistic sacred secret to be labeled and landlocked once more,
within a safely shared surge - relived once again in the sweetness of a safe, simple tsunami smile…..
Thus creating another anniversary.
PRP 2012
Bittersweet Diversity, The Anniversary
Once a year…once again…once more it surfaces temporal. as the tides.
Somewhere within time, another weathered winsome holiday swells
and recedes within a reticent heart.
Not all remember each of them, not everyone can….. not every year.
Nor will all who celebrate successfully…..
brave the obligatory waltz of unwelcomed waves
Relentlessly inundating those unprepared within its ocean of unpredictable emotion.
Some stand steadfast, safely at a distance to seemingly savor the sweetness of a simple shore
and share the swift sea breeze of a smile.
Others tantalize with a tasty toast, to a tethered time that cannot be shaken loose
Such a clinging cruise shall always seem to surface selfishly somewhere…
lingering as christening champagne on a maiden maritime voyage…. at an anniversary…
Then there are those whose memories crave a complete corporal creation
An attempt to reanimate forevermore…
A balancing ballast to ever last …….floating their momentous memories….
bottled and tossed ......
An anachronistic sacred secret to be labeled and landlocked once more,
within a safely shared surge - relived once again in the sweetness of a safe, simple tsunami smile…..
Thus creating another anniversary.
PRP 2012
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