I saw a house I used to know, today
Someone I loved had lived there once
A few years gone
So very long ago
For a moment I was seized by some idea
Of knocking on that well remembered door
To ask for her I once had loved
Perhaps I would be led into her kitchen
While its present occupant Rummaged
For a written down address.
That kitchen would be new
Refurnished
Redecorated
Remodelled
Well beyond my time and memory.
I must never call at doors
That are for me no longer left unlocked.
Categories:
refurnished, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Surly we haven’t lost all reason and deity to her
The one who bathes and feeds our souls
Surly we haven’t knocked and
Rambled the pillars four? The ones we waste and stir
Alone by night the breathing is shallow to her.
Surly the earth isn’t lost to the killing machines we erect
The immaculate and wholesome nature of the pool pur-fect
Our inner waste of souls demise
Too perfect and proven in time and time, we only decide
The choices to find a deity in minds that wastefully hide.
Secrecy and lies rise in un born likewise of mind
All that I find, is another one very unlike in all aspects
Unknown and unacknowledged facts
They create sounds alien to our soul and ears
Out of fear, we reject life’s unsought refurnished finds
To boast and crawl away to a selfishness of tomorrow
Wonder around in the deepest sorrow, blankness that draws a memory
Of hurt and un sought of pride so timidly
Speak quiet for soon all hope will leave for another
She the daughter of selfishness, and lies of devotion that draw sorrows
Categories:
refurnished, lifelost, lost,
Form: I do not know?