Short Decrepitude Poems

Once I was young, 
now I'm an oldie;
Once I was shiny, 
now I'm all moldy....

Read More

The palace
decrepit
once
a symbol of splendor
the guest rooms
the dance halls
the ceiling paintings
what once seemed eternal
now gradually
falling apart

unable to escape
a child remains
witnessing the end

even in haste
the palace cannot be rebuilt
seated in a chair
gazing up at the ceiling

the decrepitude of the palace
is the palace's concern
the child
smiles...

Read More

I love my rusty dusty car,
the most entrusted car, by far; 
a sort of hey! Come out and play, 
both here at home and far away,
a last hurrah, a real star,
my mighty, flighty, motor car.

I’ve had it now for quite a time,
I bought it new and in its prime.
It rumbles, crumbles, trundles on,
through life’s eternal marathon.
It is my friend, the best by far.
Just me - and my old motor car.

~

For Suzanne's 'Synathroesmic Cat' Competition.




...

Read More