Poem # 21
Thursdays are often difficult to start,
not-quite-ended,
the week drags on
morning dark and skies dreary
by noon the mood lightens
as if to say:
see, the week is nearly gone
and you have only
one
day
left
by night the dark returns
Poem # 22
Tanka: poem to show the links between / this world and the next the moment follows / another and the days grow bright then dim.
Poem #23
Purple loves the center
Blue hovering at the edge
Red suffused throughout
Brightly shines our memory
repeat the refrain:
“nothing compares 2 u”
Author’s note: My entire adult life the music of Prince was part of the background. Though not a “fan” of his often deliberately provocative work, I admired his musicianship and ability to place himself under scrutiny to stand up for what he believed in. His passing on Thursday has me considering my own mortality and my meager contributions to society.