"fadings" poems
neither nightmare nor a dream
stained in mauve are the back of my eyelids
hued with olives floral fadings be
i wash my crime off, one spatter at a time
and erase any false pretenses.
oh how i long for a canvas that's mine
a pulse to be uphold with nails of luster
to an empty museum dark and forlorn
smile. flash. take heed. don't ask for more.
preserve the art forever.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
How many years since
Since I saw your eyes gleam
You spoke clear, to mince
your words to cheerful themes.
A thousand generations
Brought your light to bear,
But going beyond it's station;
Age causes the mind to wear.
You wanted to stop.
I know you did.
I didn't want you to drop
Into the night so placid.
But now you're gone,
For a decade at last,
I hear your funeral was 'tres bon'
But I just wanted the past.
My father got mad
That my eyes were so dry,
My heart seeming glad,
But God I wish I could cry.
My heart was emptied
And my soul torn asunder,
And so my grief was muted;
One last final blunder.
It's been years upon years,
Since I grinded under your pestle.
To remember grief, I was told by my peers,
So now I'll remember you, my great grandma Ethel.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC