Oct 2010
~Still life
In the window frame
Empty stare
Through the self-imposed
Prison of glass -
On the windowsill
Candle never lit -
Souvenirs of the past
Painting -
An empty shell
Of a woman, staring
Chiaroscuro background -
Darkness, shade, hardly any light
To illuminate
The inside
Of the jail
Contemplating
Escape?
Suicide?
Waiting
For what
For the end?
Waiting for whom?
Waiting for God-ot!
He, who shall never come -
In vain
Still waiting
Years too late
For the bells to toll
In the window frame
Oil on canvas -
It is me
Through the window pane
Staring through the glass
Resigned
Lifeless
Still life
On canvas
Author Notes:
Waiting for Godot - Samuel Beckett's - absurd tragicomedy; Godot never shows up.
In the window frame
Empty stare
Through the self-imposed
Prison of glass -
On the windowsill
Candle never lit -
Souvenirs of the past
Painting -
An empty shell
Of a woman, staring
Chiaroscuro background -
Darkness, shade, hardly any light
To illuminate
The inside
Of the jail
Contemplating
Escape?
Suicide?
Waiting
For what
For the end?
Waiting for whom?
Waiting for God-ot!
He, who shall never come -
In vain
Still waiting
Years too late
For the bells to toll
In the window frame
Oil on canvas -
It is me
Through the window pane
Staring through the glass
Resigned
Lifeless
Still life
On canvas
Author Notes:
Waiting for Godot - Samuel Beckett's - absurd tragicomedy; Godot never shows up.
~This is not my Poem; this belongs to me Lamushkia; (Milushka) who is no longer with us.
Check out her other poems in her collection here.
She deserves to be remembered.
~Anna
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Prior Reviews:
Patti Masterman-Heterodynemind Aug 25
Wow, this thing does something to you. It's like a spell, or a mood on a rainy day, that you can't extricate yourself from, but then you realize you would never wish to leave anyway if you had the choice?
Check out her other poems in her collection here.
She deserves to be remembered.
~Anna
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Prior Reviews:
Patti Masterman-Heterodynemind Aug 25
Wow, this thing does something to you. It's like a spell, or a mood on a rainy day, that you can't extricate yourself from, but then you realize you would never wish to leave anyway if you had the choice?
