“Time is a blackguard, Chou.” And, of course, he’s right. There goes time, running like hell, looking back at us, taunting, as we fumble, trying to save him in a jar. Trying to tuck him forever under the bed, fix him tight against a red satin box. Trying to string him like pearls. Enough pearls to make a life.”- A Thousand Days in Tuscany – Marlena De Blasi
We thought we had enough time
To piece together a splendid life,
We thought we had forever
To string our pearls of memories
Onto a royal blue velvet ribbon
Binding our hearts and naive minds.
But the years go by in a lightning flash,
Illuminating our squandered days
Rosy pink memories fade grey as ash
Yet we chase them like bouncing bubble prisms
Bursting on hot summer’s swirling air
As they disappear into a brilliant solar flare.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Mish is asking us to take Last lines of a book that is near us and use it as inspiration. I chose A Thousand Days in Tuscany by Marlena de Blasi. Come join us at dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Last Lines