(Many with genuine reasons)
‘Oh Wino Wino’
The ignorant everyday sing to him
a truer song they never did render,
his evolving habit is all he has to
leave to this his tedious world
reckons he’ll be dead before autumn.
On a moonless hot January night
upon the great southern freeway,
tragedy took away his wife and child
leaving him only torn memories of why.
To ease the pain of each existing day
the bottle contents his constant friend
now proves false, the turncoat's stab
cut deep when the numbness reawakes,
with every swig he curses this persecutor
yet adds credence to his anticipation,
it will aid him rejoin his love ones
those taken to a heavenly salvation.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
reawakes, angst,
Form: Free verse
Lemon grass fragrant and delicate
scents the air
pale light greens and yellowing brown wisps
float in the breeze
chilly light beneath a pale white sun;
December first edges in the season
greeting crisp brown shades
faltering after the frost
solid earthen steps echo
throughout the naked forests;
History resounds reminders
of seasons passed and forgotten
resurging the dreams
that once lived, longed for discovery
resonating reverberations of the past;
December reawakes
the child of inspiration
caricatured parody of who we once were
breathing in the hopes and dreams
of a Christmas memory revived
a December on the wind.
Categories:
reawakes, age, december, dream,
Form: Free verse