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I will not

d3693-1-hesaidshesaidI will not lie and suggest it doesn’t shock

Change is so subtle that it goes almost

Unnoticed in the familiar, your  body to

Which I am as accustomed as to my own

Moves around me, its faultlines evident and

Marked just as the wrinkles that drag on

Mine mock my mortality so that it can no longer

Be denied or ignored, your frailty comes as a

Sudden surprise, my darling, change so subtle

That it has gone almost unnoticed, time has

An astonishing effect, its outcomes, not always

Welcome, or received as happy news. We are

Old, my darling. It is a consequence of time

And its subtle, almost unnoticed changes

I will not lie or suggest it does not shock


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So close…Can’t wait…Here it goes…

Here. at midnight on the 31st of December, the ball will drop and you–even from your couch at home– will join the throngs in yelling out Happy New Year! Photo © Tamara Beck

via Daily Prompt: Finally

You waited 364 days for this one. Or is it 363 this year? Whichever it is, finally the anticipated New Year is upon us.

Well, in truth, in some locales around the globe it has already peaked, but here in NYC we await the balldrop some 13 plus hours from now, and counting.

One two three … midnight and happy new year.

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Central Park 1970 (Tamara Beck, photographer)

As the weather turns from sultry to sublime,/

The leaves blush with the pleasure of the/

new season and in anticipation of a/

frosty sleep to come. In the Fall,/

time is their friend and ours.


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At Play

Photo © Tamara Beck

The waters ripple in the evening
Tide, the moon, their soul mate,
Hidden in a darkened sky is not
Playful, even as the river scampers
Across from shore to shore, released
From its daytime duties, away from
The sun, cloaked in darkness
Does it search for the moon’s light?
Or, is it content, running rapidly
On its own, hosting brightly-lit
Boats that appear like beacons
From time to time, lighting up
The dark riverscape, even if the
Moon will not peek out to help
Clarify and inform the water’s path

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Do you remember this?

Time and the river wait for noone. Photos © Tamara Beck.

I have expunged so much and so many from my recollection

When they come creeping in, it’s on ghost feet

Sometimes I welcome the newly remembered

Sometimes I dread the associations they bring me

Some memories amuse, others confuse, some

Simply disabuse me of my moral superiority, I

Have not served truth or justice, not always,

Just sometimes; glory is not mine to strut or savor,

Not always, just sometimes, Who were you? Who was I?

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The album

BB+TBWe will never be this young again


We always knew that, but didn’t

Believe it, until one day, looking

At pictures of how we were, when


We were that young, smiling photos,

The happiness blended with youth,

We had to confess that time had

Passed, happily and with the stealth


Of time slipping by, unnoticed and

Quieter than the images of those young

Happy people looking back at us