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Cataclysmic Atrophy

Look at you, faded;
I hope you get your smile back,
it was so cosmic;
Cataclysmic atrophy 
to transform into abyss.

Categories: atrophy, emotions, feelings, inspirational,
Form: Tanka

Atrophy

She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace,
Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face.
Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown,
Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary frown.  

In her livelier turns by Midas' glowing shores,
She galloped and gleamed like grated brass. 
Time’s grim cankers fell on the rarefied feast
Of the cutest eye ever cast on

Categories: atrophy, age, allegory, beautiful,
Form: Ballad

Atrophy

A trophy, cold gilded praise, mocks me …..in ageless silence.


John G. Lawless
©1/29/2019

Categories: atrophy, age, life, old,
Form: Monoku

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Atrophy of Poetry

Dearest Ezra, 

did you ever dream one day,
that all the songs should cease?
No music in the cafes play
since the baddest news arrived 

A stone cold note told of the change,
no time to grieve, or make our peace
did it wither, man, or did we contrive
in sympathy with the new and strange? 

No church bells rang; no

Categories: atrophy, art, dedication, poetry, poets,
Form: Couplet

Atrophy

I sigh my song of loss
Profound sense of frustration
At your hair now brittle and coarse
Which fuels my sense of desolation

You’ve been old my whole life
But strong in belief – and mind
Never guessed it could come to this
Or that I’d possess thoughts this unkind

Horrified by suffering
Amazed by the little things
Your paper-thin delicate skin
Each revelation acts like

Categories: atrophy, caregiving, death, religion
Form: Quatrain

A Trophy's Atrophy

for it, the hot-blooded campus youth
   booed and cheered, fought and cheated;

      adrift in the hysteria of intramural sports,
         the losers wailed, the victors jubilated;


now dusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish,
   the Overall Champion trophy once

Categories: atrophy, nostalgia, places, seasons,
Form: Rhyme

Atrophy

For too many years
I have not lived with any passion
I have smelled nothing, not a single flower, 
I have not heard the summer bird call out to his mate
Nor enjoyed one single note of her reply
How does the hour slip by so fast?

These three years of unliving, I have known intimately
only fear and doubt as

Categories: atrophy, angst, death, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse