Paul Callus Poet Free verse

Lost

The evening air is warm; the sky 
ablaze, splashed in hues of scarlet red.
Lost in reverie, she sits on the porch, 
on her favourite woven wicker chair.
Absentmindedly, she twirls her finger 
round a strand of silver-white long hair, 
reminiscing, eyes half closed, hairbrush 
resting on her lap beneath a frail hand.
She smiles as images tease her mind,
momentary glimpses of carefree youth
which all too soon disappear, unrecalled, 
lost once more in the hazy mists of time...

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5th February, 2016

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Elaine George February 22, 2016 at 2:17 AM I see this clearly. It is all too real for me. It touches my heart. My mother is in her late eighties. Wonderful writing Paul. Elaine Paul Callus February 22, 2016 at 5:19 AM Yes, Elaine, I am sure that many of us can relate to this. I can still remember clearly my g'ma who suffered from dementia for several years; at least my mum was more fortunate. Thank you for stopping by for a chat:) // paul

Poet Destroyer A February 16, 2016 at 10:21 PM :):):) Goodnight. LINDA Paul Callus February 17, 2016 at 3:42 PM Hi Linda, just found this comment of yours; I guess it was posted yesterday. Here it is quarter to eleven at night, so your 'goodnight' is very fitting:) ~ Hugs // paul

CayCay Godwin February 14, 2016 at 8:51 AM Well done - My Mother is in a Senior Living Facility that I visit often and I have seen this woman in the mannerisms, eyes and faces of many residents. A touching look into a phase of winter in each human life ... CayCay Paul Callus February 14, 2016 at 10:12 AM Your comments and the insightful feedback are much appreciated, CayCay. Thank you for another pleasant visit. Regards // paul

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis February 11, 2016 at 8:37 AM Peter, I especially like how you've invited us on porch for fresh breeze, and... . Hopefully, we'll all be good with passage of time and... Paul Callus February 11, 2016 at 8:49 AM You can make use of that porch anytime you want, Iris:) Thanks for stopping by....paul

Robert Lindley February 10, 2016 at 9:46 PM A wonderfully written free verse. Rings a bell with me as my memory problems advance with time. Aptly titled too as one feels totally lost at times and its often maddening my friend! A7 Paul Callus February 11, 2016 at 6:43 AM There are two things that I fear most, Robert....dementia and blindness. I hope that you are coping with memory lapses...keeping you in my thoughts, my friend. Thank you for the visit and 7. ~ Regards // paul

Vera Duggan February 7, 2016 at 10:02 PM Oh.Paul I do like this one, I have a mother who turns 98 in a couple of months and she does not have dementia at all, in fact she still has her clear mind and can recall days of her youth, in fact she remembers more than I do, takes no pills to keep her alive, she will receive her telegram, thank you so much for sharing this delightful little verse, take care.....Vera Paul Callus February 8, 2016 at 3:02 PM My mother died in 2012 ten days short of 94; it was only in the last few weeks that her mind started to play her up, but then she was already sick in hospital. I am pleased for your mum...hope you take after her:) Thank you for a pleasant visit. Take care...paul

Lindsay Laurie February 7, 2016 at 6:11 PM Hello Paul ... the twilight years have many similarities with the sunset and its calmness - thanks Paul - Lindsay Paul Callus February 8, 2016 at 3:16 PM You are right, Lindsay; the older we get the more our thoughts wander that way; dementia is something which I hope will keep its distance! ~ Thank you for stopping by...regards // paul

Poet Destroyer A February 7, 2016 at 12:10 PM I am A sweetie Pie.. LINDA Paul Callus February 7, 2016 at 1:02 PM :)

Connie Marcum Wong February 7, 2016 at 9:50 AM This reminds me of my dear friend who has her long term memories yet, but dementia erases most of the new ones. I would give anything to take it away. This is brilliantly written Paul! #7 Paul Callus February 7, 2016 at 11:36 AM Dementia is what I fear most in old age, Connie. I would not want to be a burden on others. Thank you for the 'brilliant' comment and the 7. ~ Regards // paul

Timothy Hicks February 7, 2016 at 12:38 AM Good tone to this poem. A picturesque image of an elderly grandparent that's lived life to the full, reminiscing on the days gone by. Paul Callus February 7, 2016 at 11:47 AM Thank you Timothy. Have a nice afternoon. Regards // paul

Poet Destroyer A February 6, 2016 at 8:56 PM Paul, You give such lovely replies, I think that is why I leave more than JUST A THANK YOU FOR YOUR REPLY. Love LINDA Paul Callus February 7, 2016 at 11:53 AM You're a sweetie pie, Linda:) Thank you! Hugs ~ paul

Poet Destroyer A February 6, 2016 at 10:47 AM I had no idea we're several hours from me. Well, that means you'll be wishing me a goodnight soon. :) Or is it the afternoon. LINDA Paul Callus February 6, 2016 at 2:56 PM Hi Linda....have just come back home; stopped for a pizza on the way...not at the Golden Corral !lol! Yes, we are 6 hrs ahead of you, which means that your time now is ca 4pm since ours is nearly 10pm! ~ hugs ~ paul

Poet Destroyer A February 6, 2016 at 9:19 AM Good morning, Paul :) even though it is a lost feeling, it's a good one. A beautiful and smooth verse... Love LINDA Paul Callus February 6, 2016 at 10:03 AM Glad that you liked 'the lost feeling' Linda! Thank you for the lovely comments. Meanwhile, I wish you good afternoon...we're several hours ahead of you:) Hugs // paul

Andrea Dietrich February 5, 2016 at 6:53 PM Paul, if this is what you come up with because i had a similar theme in my mind, this needs to happen to you a lot more. You really did a superb poem. Probably better than my tiny tanka!! A fave on this one!!! (for my fellow romantic) Paul Callus February 6, 2016 at 6:29 AM It's true, Andrea. Minds do think alike and it's not the first time that I found similarities between poems. Where possible I try to take another path. Your romantic Tanka is a delightful entry! Thank you for the lovely comments, and the fav! ~ // paul

Jan Allison February 5, 2016 at 5:27 PM oh it is such a shame you missed the contest Paul I am sure this would have placed highly it is superbly penned and I loved the imagery:-) hugs jan xx Paul Callus February 6, 2016 at 5:50 AM Thank you, Jan:) It's not the first time that I missed out by a fraction of a second, but there were times when I squeezed in in similar fashion!! [It's carnival over here....lovely sunny weather...the organizers must be beaming!] Hugs // paul

Paul Callus February 5, 2016 at 5:06 PM Too late! Contest closed! Decided to change my original entry and by the time I finished my second attempt found the door closed:)