Prelude:
It felt just like
a cold January night
unaware the journey
was soon to begin.
For June bugs froze
in mid air flight
between sips of wine
and jiggers of daddy’s gin
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Jaded eyes now seeking,
piercing through the fog
over steamy cups
of jasmine tea.
Memories, though jaundiced,
have been jogged…
jostled and jolted
into reality
At this juncture,
praying hard not to fail
juggling, struggling,
with choice that's made
to step off the jagged,
junk strewn trail
and into light
of the jewel toned glade
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Post-Script
The June bugs have found
their voice at last
warmed by embrace of a brand new day.
No fearing, no regretting
the remorseful past.
Simply finding joy in jubilant song.
It truly is better this way.
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I will be working all weekend so may not be able to comment on all the wonderful Alphabet/Flash Friday entries. I shall return on Monday. Oh, and for the record, my Flash Friday 55 contribution are stanzas 2 and 3 of the poem above.
