"uptime" poems
~and for Harlan, who loved this one best~
*"for tandem is the ever-changing, graying color of their fierce attached tenacity"
waking/walking in
careful pacing regular lock steps,
like new cadets, counting cadence,
in perfect silent, almost motionless,
except for the minuscule quivering of
slightly parted moving lips
these two elders,
still now plebes,
freshmen
but of a latter, graduated stage,
demonstrating robustly
the slow shuffle-along,
a well practiced dance conjured
'in tandem'
her arm, crooked in his,
his other hand,
in protective custody of a
knight's armored chain glove
encasing hers,
he, shuffling just,
a precise, intended half-a-beat slower
lest she ever think
that she, ever be a drag upon him
hair, his,
threaded with daily,
new arriving grays,
proudly accepted
as the privilege of
graceful aging
hers,
disguised with periodic outings,
outings for the hidings of life's bookmarks,
conceding nothing ever to
time's lunatic desire to separate them
modest in dress,
styling hints of pasts' elegant,
the man's hat defiant,
daringly jaunty angled,
a small scarf to handbag knotted,
matching his Windsor knotted tie
the passers-by, all smile,
the signal charm of an
end game processional,
thinking so sweet,
yet mine eyes detect more,
something
hardy and radical
a fierce, fierce fierceness,
both fighters in the resistance,
armed with tandem tenacity,
ground given,
but only inches surrendered,
wounds resisted by
scar skin toughened
by the caress of ions bonding
under the pressure
of atomic level mutuality
worn out,
well past Purple Hearts,
no capitulation feared,
to the ever changing,
enemies' new disguises,
they,
a two person platoon,
each,
having the other's back
and I burst into tears on the street,
a train of out loud moans,
even groans emitted,
like a string of perfect pearls
breaking,
clattering on an asphalt terrain
weeping
not
from visions of the inevitable,
sighing
not
from the certitude of a
cycle's uptime ending*
but jealous furious by this reminder delightful,
angry at myself, for having lost so many wasted years,
mine, the loss greatest, for absent was the
fierce tenacity of tandem
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
I hadn’t thought about it much.
Uptime.
But uptime is important
and not just with lovers.
.
.
A song for this:
golden hour by JVKE
Aug 26, 2025
Aug 26, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
I don't remember when did I saw you first, or
When did we get along?
I just remember details about you...
which are going to embarrass you,
In front of your future kids.
Still, we got to hit a long road ahead.
Cannnot wonder how would you be in uptime,
Just we grace the beauty of you amidst us.
But to be truthful.
You are one winee, full of desperations.
Left your old nest and thoughts of fantasy dreams.
But, knowing, true dreams required too,
Luck and skills.
We share everything including the above 'Riemann'
Spent a whole year, yet the bond to be more close.
Don't think too much just relax.
You are a one wise fellow I trust the most,
Just wanna ask how do you ace the exams.
May God Bless you and your life.
And soon...
You will see a beautiful wife
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 12:04 AM UTC
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Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 12:09 PM UTC