Ostentatious dark heavens sparkle trinkets above my mortal habitat
ephemeral full moon bequeath her grace to the worn out roof’s heart
I glance through ageing casement at the silent fleeting juncture
eyelids shut the scenic moment slithering along the lanes of rapture.
Grand ma shook my shoulder and walked unshackled by wheelchair
Pa trounced his abhorrent esteem, was lighting candles with care
serving the roasted turkey was mom who regained her lost years
my brother is again effervescent with fortune’s bows and spears.
Perplexed at mirror’s revelation of restored corporeal assets
I heard olden amiable voices ascend the depths of interred hamlets
voices grew strident, they were cheers of returning long gone chums
they blathered and gibbered like always filling my home with hums
I shook their hands, cracked champagne amid balloons and jig
sniggering kids were unwrapping the gifts swaying through shindig
still sunk in ecstasy and my eyelids disclose my eyes
uncouthly sunrays peep through casement and pour on the tiles
stepping out of somber bed, I walk my dim morose abode
forlorn but dumb walls greet me, cataclysmic newspaper awaits my nod
silence whines at me while the whimpering time is reluctant to move
ephemeral full moon bequeath her grace to the worn out roof’s heart
I glance through ageing casement at the silent fleeting juncture
eyelids shut the scenic moment slithering along the lanes of rapture.
Grand ma shook my shoulder and walked unshackled by wheelchair
Pa trounced his abhorrent esteem, was lighting candles with care
serving the roasted turkey was mom who regained her lost years
my brother is again effervescent with fortune’s bows and spears.
Perplexed at mirror’s revelation of restored corporeal assets
I heard olden amiable voices ascend the depths of interred hamlets
voices grew strident, they were cheers of returning long gone chums
they blathered and gibbered like always filling my home with hums
I shook their hands, cracked champagne amid balloons and jig
sniggering kids were unwrapping the gifts swaying through shindig
still sunk in ecstasy and my eyelids disclose my eyes
uncouthly sunrays peep through casement and pour on the tiles
stepping out of somber bed, I walk my dim morose abode
forlorn but dumb walls greet me, cataclysmic newspaper awaits my nod
silence whines at me while the whimpering time is reluctant to move
I stare at the protracted narrow day, tying my battered shoe.
1 comment:
Yea, what's home without the loved ones and love? Having none, but walls, to talk....wake up in the morning and there's nothing, but a newspaper, to say 'hello.' Days fall like pins and never make any sense. Despite the verbiage and the superfluous imagery, the message is aptly conveyed.
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