Windows reflects the world outside
Inside, the soul remains concealed.
A ticking clock, a relentless reminder
Of moments passing, unreclaimed.
A diner, a stage for silent dramas
Obsoletion fades stains of trauma.
Each matron, an enigma, unnamed
In the quiet corner, an empty stool...
A cook, a keep, a bartender secretly weeps
polishes glasses, pushing the dregs away.
Waiting for a story untold but not forgotten.
Categories:
unreclaimed, allegory, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Most animals, wild or mild,
And birds, too, tend to
Recognize you
After a few encounters.
The dog is an excellent example.
It gets chummy
Invariably after a first meeting.
Even an ‘unreclaimed’ cat,
Suspicious by nature,
May try to be friendly with you,
Unless otherwise you are positively hostile.
But some animals, fortunately very few,
Show no signs of recognition whatever.
The donkey is an egregious example.
Will not care to greet anyone,
Not even its master,
Though it has lived with him for life.
Not so much as a look,
No sign or gesture—of familiarity.
Some humans behave so,
Like total strangers,
Even though greeting happens to be
A key communicative function—
In a civilized society.
Could you explain the deviance?
***
Categories:
unreclaimed, irony, social,
Form: Free verse