Absence
I miss you a lot,
Dear,
And feel the
Aching absence
In my battered heart
The way you hear
Distinctly
A tabloid
Left casually by its earlier
Careless reader,
Its top pages fluttering
Constantly,
And
Creating
White noise in the air
Of a creaking fan
In an empty room
Stacked with
Circulating memories
Of encounters
Past and recent,
Leaving no trailing fragrance,
And thus,
Waking up an old man
In a small stuffy room,
Still grieving
On a hot
Summer afternoon
In a yawning house,
In a desolate town
Left by its young,
Remembering a face
That he
Forgets not,
Despite its fading away
Slowly—
The way a retreating ship does
From the yearning view
And a gnarled hand
Frozen in a ta-ta mode,
On an empty beach,
Being hit by the
Relentless rains
Of
A ferocious
Dark July,
The bloated
Flatulent sea
Lashing the bobbing ship
With its upraised
Mighty
Watery fists,
Turning the whole ship
And the scene dim,
Appear
So fragile,
Yet unforgettable.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Dour,downbeat and disappointed form an imaginary Greek chorus in this introspective examination.The exterior world has noise and commotion that contrast starkly with the subjective sense of abandonment.
Thanks Louis for such perceptive comments.