Thou wert frail, frailer still thy fate,
Had reasons fair to feel nigh riled,
Your sad eyes sure had looked for me,
O my ill-fated child.
I was too far to welcome thee,
My child, had little time to wait,
Get admired in father’s fond arms,
And ye left, gone from gate.
Helpless not to have held to heart,
Nor yet welcome thou to my world,
Let me the least give thou this rose—
A bit frail, feeble, curled.
Now, amidst piles of painful thoughts
Lost in a time-warped and wan wave,
I’m left to see thy wilted soul,
O to see it till grave.
Ye had come to us long years back,
A bit pallid, my child, and pale,
What a punch time’s chosen to punch,
A gust of wind’s turned gale!
And as I offer thee this rose,
Why, wonder I, wide-eyed and wild,
To just turn time’s page and feel good?
No, my guilt’s piled, my child.
I do admit my guilt, my child,
In plight, for not doing my due,
Here, let me wish, thy new life’s pink,
The wretched me whilst rue.
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Musings |03.05.2024| reminisce, remember, rose
Categories:
frailer, child, daughter, remember, rose,
Form: Quatrain
In a house too huge for them to maintain,
a man hunched over with back pain lives
with a disabled daughter and
his very elderly wife.
A recent heart attack
has left her frailer
and meaner. The
doctor “says”
she will
die.
Not
willing
to get up
or walk for years,
she had atrophied.
Refusing sponge baths, meds,
or a private nurse, she screams
for her ill spouse whose little strength
does little good. Time is crawling on
the doomsday clock: two minutes to midnight.
Feb. 18, 2018
For Emile Pinet's the doomsday clock: two minutes to midnight contest
Categories:
frailer, death,
Form: Etheree
Asunder have all my classical forms and themes been torn,
Who tore them?
Who destroyed them to bring the poem down to the earth?
Yes, I did.
It is I who is now cold like a fully unthawed polar ocean,
No longer a wrathful wrangler,
No longer bold.
The neatly shaped rhyme and rhythm of verse is now
Like a frail vase, clasped by a frailer fist,
Falls only to get smashed on the floor
To sharp smithereens.
When undaunted I trotted upon them,
Found my feet hued with
Beautiful stains of love.
Categories:
frailer, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Out here, happ'ness
impales no frailer scorn
Onto the breath, than
prints of foot reborn.
Categories:
frailer, allegory
Form: Couplet
She was taken away from me,
At such a young age,
We were just newlyweds,
When she fell deathly ill,
To an unknown sickness.
The doctors could do nothing,
But hope that the sickness would pass,
Each day; she grew frailer and sicker,
Till the sickness consumed her,
And she no longer could hold on,
And passed on that fateful night.
Till this day I still hear her,
Begging me between coughs,
To stop smothering her with her pillow,
Watching her squirm weakly,
Until she layed limp,
My hands were once so gentle,
Now that of a murderer.
I felt her heart give way,
Heard one last word,
Escape her muffled mouth,
As she sipped her last breath.
Now on this night,
She stands before me like a silhouette,
A horrid creature of decay,
Smelling of death,
With blackened eyes,
And blue peeling lips.
“My dearest Ophelia,
Forgive me” I cry,
Falling to my knees,
Seeing a sneer run across her lips,
As she blows ashes into my face,
Burning my eyes.
“Please I cry” as blood pours like tears,
Spilling from my dry throat,
Feeling my innards as they burn,
As my charred body falls,
Falls to the ground in ashes,
As I part this world,
Into my own hellish torment.
Categories:
frailer, death, forgiveness, loss, me,
Form: I do not know?
From heaven I fell in drop to swell,
Upon the waves of Loch Fyne.
From rain to girl, sand born in pearl
thus formed was I divine.
When first formed, I was Unicorn
And no name had such as I
But then the moon, the belewe moon
appeared and Rain rose I.
From rain, to pearl to Unicorn
to maid of Rain who cried.
Who rose, once more, a woman
at edge of ocean’s tide.
Upon the strand two horses ran,
two stallions side by side
each whiter than the abalone
the shell where she’d reside.
No longer could she race with them
all across the ocean's side,
she’d lost her horn and been reborn
in frailer form she hied.
Now, forelorn she rides astride
like a nyph, or virgin bride,
until that ole betrayer moon
returns she'll be not satisfied.
Contest/ Rain, The Story
By Debbie Guzzi
* A Blue moon is an extra full moon in a year.
Often there are many years between one blue/blewe
"betrayer" moon and the next.
Categories:
frailer, fantasyrain, moon, rain,
Form: Rhyme
My mother, who is eighty-five
Has had a very rough year.
So I planned a special Christmas gift
Though it's November and nowhere near.
Fourteen years ago I took her to see
John McDermott perform here in town.
She was over the moon for this Scottish tenor.
Now another concert had come around.
I arranged for special seating
As a walker she now needs to use.
So we were placed in the perfect row,
We definitely had great views.
John McDermott is a people-person,
Shaking hands and signing his name,
So I approached and asked for a photo
Of he and my mother, to frame.
No cameras allowed, but I had my cell phone
So he graciously posed with my mother
And I captured a beautiful picture
Which we can hang right next to the other.
She is so much frailer now
But her smile beams out the same.
In this second photo of the two of them.
Now I just need to find the perfect frame.
Categories:
frailer, family, mother, music
Form: Rhyme
A weakness wound its wicked way inside
where thoughts of “us”, not love, do dwell and swell,
and formed a nest of twigs to stay the tide
yet cresting waves of righteousness rebelled.
“Stray not,” he said " for look on how I writhe."
Of fire formed made thane to only He.
Yet, man, of mud and clay did breach my pride
for Love of Thee, caste out the likes of me.
Now, Lucifer’s red flame so bright, burns night,
a warning scent to frailer souls, “Don’t fall.”
For even stars misstep, disgrace, pride’s plight,
let his torment be your clarion call.
In light, act right, rise high in good spirit
and say “God, the devil made me do it.”
Categories:
frailer, angst, dedication, devotion, family,
Form: Sonnet