The day passes, same routine unhurried
While this body spirals of old age snail.
Energy movements and fade unworried
Point disembarkation, a blithe inhale.
Living forever at one time did grace.
Life driven dares in adolescent youth
Yielded sound as well as negative truth.
Learning by challenge mistakes we did face.
Surround by garden trim, tall sunflowers
Budding, breathless, and infectious spirit.
Climbing rose latticework, I rest near it.
Eternal sunlight reave through lonely hours.
1/19/2025
Categories:
disembarkation, change,
Form: Rhyme
GUESS WHO’S COMING…
(Apropos My Island Home..)
The sun slowly sunk
its exhausted reddish-orange
head into the waiting sea’s
soothing sky blue bosom.
Excited white mane waves
splashed upon the waiting shore;
leaving the froth of their tears dissipating
in stilled sand soaked with haunting memories
of the disembarkation of stinking slave ships.
At the entrance gate of the sea wall,
a newly painted sign read: Guest Only.
Sighting my ebony epidermal hue,
red coral eyes of a bleeding conscience
painfully motioned me to move on:
Pity, you can’t be a guest
in your own yard.
Categories:
disembarkation, analogy, beach, heartbreak, irony,
Form: Prose Poetry