The future was honest, once.
A watcher of the skies,
I view my wasting skin.
Vision may be a part of sight’s
dazzling when a new planet swims into view.
I close my eyes, the universe is less bright,
faked by sleeping’s second sight.
Kim M. Russell, 16th June 2025
I’m hosting the Quadrille at the dVerse Poets Pub today, where we are writing poems of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including the word honest.
writing in north norfolk 
I love that first line, as it could mean so much… aging. or a future less bright…
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Thanks Björn.
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Maybe reality is all an illusion.🕴️
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I’ve often wondered…
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Our realities are not the same. So, your reality is an illusion! Obviously!😂😜
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we have to beleive that reality is honest or we will never be able to face a life of today and hope of tomortow
much♡love
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I think you’re right, Gillena. Thank you, and much love to you,
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What a great opening line. Your poem makes me think of what I might have missed in my first viewing or consideration. It might be worth taking another look from another point of view.
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Thank you, Ali.
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Nicely done, Kim.
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Thanks Dwight.
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You are welcome.
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Excellent poem Kim. Cosmic in scope and vision.
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Thank you, Stew!
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That first line was a lure! Insightful and thought-provoking. I also love…
” A watcher of the skies,
I view my wasting skin.”
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Thanks very much, Mish!
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Indeed, it may well be a matter of our perception changing – and yet, that begs the question: IS the future fixed?
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Good question!
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Looking at the times we live in, your first line is such an astute observation. I also love “A watcher of the skies,
I view my wasting skin.”
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Thank you, Punam.
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My pleasure, Kim.
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Kim your quadrille is as deep as the night sky is dark … beautifully composed.
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Thank you so much, Helen.
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I love that opening line!
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Thank you, Jennifer!
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“The future was honest, once.” Maybe ‘once upon a time…’ maybe it never was,‘it’s just a fairytale we heard …! 🫢
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I’ll have to read your poem a couple more times, Kim. There’s more to it than meets a first reading.
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That’s what poems are about, Nolcha, reading and re-reading. I had to read it again, too!
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So much to sit with in this one, I especially love that you draw a line between seeing and vision, perhaps as looking and having a vision are so different too. And the idea of a new planet coming into view, so personal in some way.
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