Silent Light
As i lie here
In my cold untidy room
Bank statements, and poetry
Intermingling, lie strewn, and scattered
Upon the floor
Like a reluctant ****
A barrel ***** is playing on the radio
Like a haunting
As ghosts of yesterday
Fill my mind, reminiscent memories
Can be so unkind
The wet, and windy weather without
Reflects upon my inner storm
Unrelenting
In this cold isolation
Soon
This bleak solitude
Will have some reprieve
As i try to latch on to some optimism
As sweet music, and words
Will float through the air
Embracing my heart
With the magic of creativity
"If music be the food of love"
Then i am a jacket potato
In e minor
Leaking soft butter,
Once my coat has been sliced open
The music on the radio
Suddenly becomes more intense
And so
In my defence
I switch it off
And simply lie
In the soft silent light
Of my dragon lamp
And return to my reminiscing
A chaotic opera
Of memories
With my pirouetting heart
That now lays alone
Like an empty fruit bowl

by Jemia