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Absence

He has been absent
for long;
the doorknob gone cold,
the mats heavy and dull
awaiting his footsteps
that led more to her
than to the house in all.
she has been waiting
so long;
the recipie books torn,
the stoves left to gather dust,
awaiting him in next chair,
her gaze fixed
on stale food,his empty chair.
In an old cemetry he lies,
wondering how long
she could hold on to hopes,
In the adjacent grave she lies
wondering how long
he would take to be home.
The food,the home,
the warmth, the love,
all lost.long ago.

Prompted @ OSI , Magpie Tales

Sensible Art & Verse

Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle

“A for airplane
B for bums
C for colors
D for duck”
so goes the little rhyme
from the kid trapped in me
his giggles echo in my heart,
and the day sooms to smile free.

Please forgive me for this verse. I don’t know why I thought this way as soon as I noticed the airplane.

And now a haiku :

“a sensible art”
he said,showcasing this work,
“perhaps to the blind”


Linked to Magpie Tales and September Heights