Caryl Muzzey Poet Quintain (English)

Inside My Head

Inside my head of old cobwebbed - memories,
my plain life filled with laughter and families…
Stories that delight tedious nights; formed a stamp,  
in darkness of a flickering oil lamp.

Frigid nights with blankets layered in a heap,
little warm bodies snuggle to sleep.
Fired wood-stove seeps thru thick-old-walls,
up steep stairs and around narrow halls.

Ice box chilled just enough to preserve,
affably awaiting time for dinner to serve.  
No lights to glint the way in the dark,
but candle or lamp to emit a spark.

I hesitate to want what is now my past,
simple to stay and forever last.
Smiles that radiate everlasting feeling,
a life so austere and appealing.

Concern for innocence no longer heard of,
rejecting mercy; ignoring love.
Inside my heart I feel an enormous pain,
unsure if I will yet see simple again.

Progress way too fast- way too insensitive,
lacking kindness- somewhat offensive…
Vitality, not as priceless as before,
no moment to prize, not anymore… 

Copyright © 2015 By Caryl S. Muzzey

9/12/15

Tenth Place Winner ~ "Inside My Head for OLD Poets” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless's 
Oct. 10, 2015

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Skat A September 28, 2015 at 10:33 PM Carly, congrats on your wonderful win. Love SKAT Caryl Muzzey October 10, 2015 at 9:59 AM Thank you SKAT A. CARYL

Dr. Upma A. Sharma September 28, 2015 at 12:35 AM Congrats on ur superb win with this awesome write Caryl! Caryl Muzzey October 10, 2015 at 10:00 AM Thank you Dr. Upma. Caryl

Edward Ebbs September 27, 2015 at 9:29 AM Carly, thanks for sharing and congrats on your win :) Caryl Muzzey October 10, 2015 at 10:01 AM Thank you Edward. CARYL

Viv Wigley September 27, 2015 at 12:57 AM I can wholeheartedly agree with your sentiments, Caryl- my 'golden days' seemed simpler in hindsight, but I never went to bed at night feeling so, my woes were different then. I fell in my life that circumstances have a child's dressing-up box, and they clothe themselves to match whatever my life is wearing at the time. We can but look forward eagerly to what the Good Lord has promised in store for us. Lovely write, Caryl, well done. Viv x

Eve Roper September 26, 2015 at 10:51 PM Caryl, congratulations on your win!!! :~)

John Lawless September 26, 2015 at 4:20 PM Caryl, I am familiar with those memories of a simpler time. I wonder how many realize that the "ice box" you refer to is probably a prototype refrigerator. Those time may have been simpler but not necessarily less chaotic. Thanks for this entry into the contest.