Chronicle of Change
Time then had facile fluidity,
flowing like smooth autumn breeze,
touching the somber edges of indolent life.
You walked in a slow pace, gladly let me pass,
held my hands with passion for a long while,
waited to listen when and what I spoke.
Your tolerance showered cool rains of empathy
on my blazed mind in troubled times.
You encased my shadow in the petals of heart
when I was gone, never to return.
I could look through transparent shroud of my life,
see happiness glitter in the core,
for my soul was a flower of bliss
in the bouquet of togetherness.
Time now is verily viscous,
sliding in uncertain cascading course,
eroding the stony bedrock of life’s canyon.
You rush through mad crowd, don’t let me go,
your arms no longer cross distance to embrace,
in cacophony you don’t listen when I speak.
Your compassion has morphed into a mirage
in the desolate desert of my desiccated times.
When I’m gone you erase my fading face
instantly from your insulated slate.
I can’t look through opaque veil of my life,
don’t see where happiness has disappeared.
My soul is a web of snapped threads
in the frail tapestry of discord.
July 5, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (5), Any Theme Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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