Day: September 29, 2019

Just a mo, I’ll put the oven on

I don’t want to walk to the front room
Can I have my dinner on a tray?
I wept inside for he could hardly eat
So thin I thought his backbone might well break
I’ll get you a small table, honeybun
Just a mo, I’ll put the oven on
I want a steak ,he called another day
If he could eat it I would be God’s prey
I can’t  chew it, pet, my stomach’s full
The fluid from the blood, I knew it well
The valve is furred, his blood is being pushed back
Fills his inner organs  swells and racks
I was almost paralysed and stunned
Putting him to bed  was  quite a  pun
Then he woke up from a little sleep
Spoke to me  in words so clear and sweet
You have a personality so bright,
The sun must envy you  your brilliant light
After that he scarcely used his words
We did not need to speak, it was absurd

 

My love, my lack

You are smiling on the pier above the sands
The rippling waves stretch out  like children’s hands
You look so strong I cannot comprehend
Your fatal illness and its grievous end
You were not a patient on dry land
You were living well  and ” feeling grand”
We crossed the road ; I  held   your cold thin hand
I suffered so much torment,would  I mend?
I saw a  fluid shape as dark it pranced
Through the open door  it swiftly danced
Slipped in with the wiles  of  Tudor kings
Hoping   they can  make it on the wing
I learned with grief , it came to take you  back
Across the river wide ,my love, my lack

Far away   but not in reverie

Wrapped up in my  thoughts I did not see
The sunlight on the  leaves,the russet tree.
I did not see the berries and the birds
Are they quiet, or is it  I’ve not heard?
Far away yet not in reverie
No  guide nor light  appeared nor called to me
I smelled the  damp green  leaves I could not see
Entangled in the knots of wacky words
I lost my mind in wondering  what you meant
In all those notes you never thought nor  penned
The angst,the tortured ego  off its  throne
The knife that cuts, the  breaking of the bones