Sipping her tea without any visible relish,
Her crumpled bag of shopping at her tired feet,
Alone she sits in the cafe and isolatedly apart
Stranded in her sorrowful sea of sadness
Only to raise momentarily her sightless eyes
At the sound of the peripheral trivial vivacity
Portending the levity of another tomorrow
Before relapsing into her inward gaze
To consider not the future but endless eternity.
That picture echoed in her hollowed out cheeks
Her funereal clothes, lacklustre look and lifeless lethargy
Spelling out a life no longer enjoyable
More of a sentence to be endured.
She drags herself out of her chair
Gathering her belongings together
For her unsteady exit
To enter upon the remaining days
Of her final moribund pilgrimage
Categories:
enter upon, death, loneliness, sad,
Form: Free verse
No one left in the world I know
No family or friend only me
So soon from home removed to here
This little room is now my home
No light from out enter upon
Would not matter for I can't see
Words lost in air no one to find
No matter what spoke won't be clear
Gentle hand softly smooth my hair
Faint puff of air across my cheek
Breath of flowers blanket my bed
Someone has come to be with me
Categories:
enter upon, age, death, life, lonely,
Form: Free verse
Yonder light of moon-kissed rays
on blessed breeze you lie
under cover of the milky way
reach out to every cusp of sky
Moon my precious moon
open your wings
open your gilded wings
now and evermore
Shine your sultry soul
here into mine
into the loneliness of dusk
near thee enter upon me
endless glows of your
sacred smile
Fly high moon my precious moon
over my wayward path
reigning me home
Mysterious lady let this butterfly dance
effortlessly in the glint of your romance
Categories:
enter upon, butterfly, dance, love, moon,
Form: Acrostic
A Desire
My decaying, crumbling, lost kingdom for one last safari
into the jungles of life and the living,
in order to seek out, to search for, to hunt for
all that once was, that are now but elusive experiences
for the aged, the indigent, the disabled, the depressed.
Oh !!! but to touch, to feel, to know a meaningful relationship,
just one last time, to find the same desire in one of the opposite sex
that would enter upon moon beams of light and fantastic dance.
These are some of the desires of the aged, the disabled, the depressed
who live in a world of seclusion, who dream the illusion.
This from old men without possibility or any chance of a last dance.
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For the Lost
There are many, many,… many dark hours,
of times when one’s life is carried away,
when feels the strength, the pull,
when one feels he is drowning
in the flood waters of his years
or drowned by showers of his tears.
Categories:
enter upon, age,
Form: Free verse