"OF SPACE AND TIME I WRITE"
"OF BOTH SIDES NOW OF LIFE"
Once upon a time a friend of my youth whispered in my ear my life was clouds of illusion of both sides now. The friend is gone now of long ago. I thought about him and how the song he spoke of to me that day still speaks to me today. I was 17 at that time. I am 74. How did he know? I believe we are reborn throughout and our souls travel in time and space of many realities and into multi-universes of space and time. Perhaps we had met in another lifetime?
What do I write about?
I am blank today.
I hope I do not get writer's block
today
or tomorrow.
Comparisons to others trivial
pursuits
of writing
can expunge me out of the loop.
As I type today,
I remember yesterday,
and beyond the chemistry
of brains of reality
of time and space
as I face
everyday,
every night.
I contemplate
for Pete's sake
I say.
I analyze
the detail
of the story I can tell,
and write through space and time
as I act sublime,
in my younger years of being a free spirit,
as a norm of society I inherit
the free spirit of my soul,
to be bold,
to see through time,
to see through space,
as I step through a decade of a place.
I carried on a conversation of depth,
of my breath,
of love,
or above,
or below,
to live so high, so low.
I look at life from both sides now.
I look myself in the eye,
in the reflection in the mirror.
I ask why,
why do I see a tear
of life?
To be young,
to strive
for perfection coming my way.
There is only a unique character to sway,
to the beat
of the song I say,
in the heat,
in the cold,
in the dark.
I see the light of the fight
of clarity of life
of reflections of strife
of caring too much.
Well, quite a bunch
of lovers and friends of yesterday.
I think of so many today.
I am writing this story
of strife, love and imperfections of glory.
I see both sides now.
I can see the clouds, rainbows, moon, stars, and sun.
I look around and say, "Wow!"
Words of expression move my pen
to write I remember when.
I want to win.
However, my words expand across the page,
to another page
of another decade
of time and space of life on Earth.
I say,
expression,
move your pen,
Type those words of worth
as the dark clouds roll in.
Thunder sparks
lightning
of expressions from birth to death,
to the rebirth of a soul
of old
dreams on a Sunday.
So, I sway
to the stroke of a brush
over the canvas of my story of my life.
I blush.
Should I write of strife,
or out of pain or heartache of a lost love,
or found love?
Alas my pen
says I win
the prize for
the strokes of a crush.
What for?
Because I paint words
of time and space
all over the place,
not swords,
not arrows but in your face
to relate
as an eccentric human being I survive.
Illusions I recall
that is all.
Both sides now of fate,
young,
old,
bold
slate
of time
of late
of a bold old soul.
Written by
VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI
FEBRUARY 4, 2024
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
I worked for the music and film industry in Los Angeles, California and Austin, Texas. I studied nursing, journalism, art, film, and computers in college. I am an empath, Virgo; Leo moon rising, born on the cusp of Libra. Peace Out!
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Comments (6)
Beautiful work!
Oh. This is beautiful. I've been doing a lot of reflecting lately myself. You nailed it.
This was amazing it fit the song so well!!! I am completely impressed with this
Beautiful song, and beautiful .really touching poem and story behind it.
Beautiful reflections Viki and love that song so much 🤍
"An eloquent reflection on the journey through time, space, and the varied shades of life. The interplay of memories, emotions, and the passage of decades beautifully captured in your words. A poignant exploration of the soul's evolution and the art of self-expression."