Day: July 3, 2018

Good night

I lost my  pass for travelling on the bus
I kept it with my keys and by my purse
So now it’s fastened on a chain  with clip
I look for lobster fasteners and  a whip
I need a shade of grey for my  red eyes
And a list of ways I can tell lies
My purse is heavy with the  evidence
The goods and booklets I  have so well spent
My comb is clean for it is never used
I use the toothbrush mostly on my shoes
I use the GNT for frightening ghosts
Pain is killed by uttering rude long words
I cannot write them down as  it is sin
To draw my readers  into hell’s own twin
And now I feel  my time to dream  has come
Goodnight,I say, to each and every one

The landscape loved

I  first found  reverie  through  picture books
Safe in bed, and safe from mother’s looks
Then I used to gaze at magazines-
Advice on what to wear and how to seem.
Catalogues are free and I used them
To look at dresses sweet or handsome men.
Into a blissful dream of eyes  that gleam
I’d  be made one with all that is and seems
No vigilancy needed in my bed
Surrounded by the books I’ve  often read
I read my favourites  till they are absorbed
Their images all mingle till  they mate
To be transformed to   metaphors at night.
Before the rising sun brings its great light
Then my sleep is reverie indeed
I see the landscape s loved  once more unfreeze

Ode to the lock on the door

Oh,Yale lock on my  blue front door
Your ingenuity I adore.
You keep the thief from coming in
To steal the garbage from my bin.
To steal my husband’s radio
And other bits , I can’t say more.
I know we can have bolts as well.
We had a Chubb ,I can now tell.
And a giant front doorbell.
It played a dozen  different tunes
To frighten off that crescent moon.
So in my handbag I have keys
Asthma sprays for when I wheeze
GNT for heart attacks
And hankies in those dainty packs
Then , of course, I have my purse
Mobile phones which often curse.
I have lipstick, suncream,balm
A comb and toothpick  to add charm
So when I lock the big front door
I bow to Yale ,my key’s own whore.

Together alone

We were alone together

In this sitting room.

I would draw on my laptop,

While he had his camera on zoom.

 

We were alone together

Now I’m alone alone.

I am  studying poetry

Because he’s not on the phone.

 

We were alone together

As I sat by his bed.

He still didn’t speak but then he winked

As I laid my hand on his head.

 

I wish I could be with you

Together and not alone

I wish I could be with you

And you were not cold as stone.