~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.
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 2:14 PM UTC
~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.
~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?