New year, new name

Not so quick on the turns, I guess, but after two years, I decided to make a timely change. My Word! 2017 should have been updated way before this, of course.

(c) Tamara Beck

Today, seems like the perfect time for my inspiration to take hold. My Word! 2017 is now My Word! 2017-2019. We’ll see what ideas for the site 2020 brings me.


At the first

Cropped Photo © Tamara Beck

via Daily Prompt: Blush

When first we fell in love, we were sure
It would be forever, as if nothing could
Separate us, like Romeo and Juliet, only
We would not be duped into death as
They were, ours would be a lifetime of
Devotion, and there would be no compromise,
No surprises at our altar of love everlasting.
We knew it was meant to be, but we did not
Tend to it, as one does to a garden so that
Perrenials may live year in and year out,
Growing, and growing stronger as they
Bloom, despite the cold, despite the seasons.
We were not stewards of our own future.
We let others get in the way of us. We were
Not single-minded, and of course, we were
Young, too young to believe in ourselves
In the way that happiness requires. Our love,
Like many others, bloomed, but did not
Blossom. It failed us when we needed it.
As if at first blush, our love would fade.
We were so sure, once, that it would last.

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


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?

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



Opaque or transparent? …Lest I Forget

Some six months ago, I shut down one of my many blogs, Observations: Lest I Forget  and transferred much of its content to this one. I fully intended to put new content here and leave the …Lest I Forget site to history.

Truth is, I have a lot about which I wish to opine, and enjoy doing so in different fora and diverse platforms. So  Observations: Lest I Forget is being revived today, with fresh content all its own.


Whispering birds

via Daily Prompt: Murmuration

Photo © Tamara Beck.

Spring announces its arrival in whispers with an appearance of tulip buds and flocks of starlings.

Setting the clock back an hour for a species daylight saving is just icing on spring’s cake.

As for the time, let me ruminate thus:

At 9 o’clock that’s really 10 o’clock, that is really 9 o’clock, I contemplate the nature of time.

As midnight strikes somewhere on December 31st, a distant time from now, this spring time about to be, the New Year cascades in ever echoing murmurs around the globe.

When and where is it truly 12 o’clock, the middle of the night? We cannot seem to get a fix on the time today, March 12th, when we have set our clocks back. 10 a.m. is an artifice today.

Is time relative, or can it be fixed? Can being late be an alternate fact?