2022 in Hindsight (look at footnote for explanation)

Time is a glutton.
Step back in time with me,
behind gardenia laden breeze.
School days, school days,
good old golden rule days.

I remember mother’s shaking hand,
she enjoyed a staccato existence.
Track my life Crayola bright.
It must be a dream
because they leave the body.

I was born to die
and so many have blood on their hands.
May you burn in hell.

Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. For Thursday’s Meet the Bar prompt, Laura asked us to create a “Found Poem” by using only the first lines of the first poem we wrote in each month of 2022.
We cannot add any words to the first lines, except prepositions and conjunctions to assist with the flow of the poem. I’ve added three words: “behind, because, and.” The two lines, “school days, school days, good old golden rule days” are the first line of my haibun written on August 2, 2022. This was indeed a sudoku prompt but with no choice as to the lines of our poem for today. I was quite surprised to see these first lines….some quite dark!

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