Bygone
~~~~~~ *-* ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ *-* ~~~~~~
" come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . ."
Once upon a time in a vicinity, year 1895
A maiden's dwelling in an old-fashioned antique edifice
Lavishing her every second in an everlasting woe
Cursed by her yesterday's ordeal
An appalling juncture - Striking ...
Mind still delineate the affliction
Coercing herself to bury the reminiscence
Yet every single thing she sees is a replica
Reflects the montage of the man
Living alone in the rocking chair
Sited in a chamber beside the glass window
Overlooking outside " his " small world
Isolated...quarantined - declining with his incorrigible ailment
That aged man...around 90's - grey haired
Crease are seen - brought by the yesteryears suffrage
Eyes almost close - going to surrender everything
No words come out - voiceless
Yet words come fluttering and drifting to him
Through " his " heart's voice of love...
Retrospection stocked in nowhere in space...
Little by little ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE masticating his very last breath. . . . . . .
Now, residing solely - she's so sick
In this vintage, life-vacated home
Together with the last flowers
Given before " his " death
The only reason why she's still breathing for life
Petals are falling like raindrops as her tears do so
Almost ceasing her life too with the malaise
As the flower abandoned by its only glory
Wishing to go where her father go.
~~~~~~ *-* ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ *-* ~~~~~~
===========================================
*-* *-* jun-jun villanueva
*-* *-* " WHAT IS SHE THINKING " contest
*-* *-* July 15, 2011
Copyright © Jun-Jun Villanueva | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment