I still remember well
when I saw him last;
the paper brown dress
and the matching cap.
bundles of folded paper
some colored some bland
delivering all to right place
yet never seen empty hand.
“where is my letter sir”
I never failed to ask
“no one wrote to you dear”
he said and he had a laugh.
So when I was able to spell
I promptly set myself to task
and wrote a one-liner to me
to give to him next time he passed.
He never came that day or next
i forgot of him and the mail
and now I we no longer see them
since people learned of emails.
Written for PAD challenge day 4 , Sunday Scribbling , Poetry Potluck
When words failed to educate,
with silence did i try to object;
When tears failed to communicate,
with smiles did i try to fill the recess; Only a night from old to new, I severed all my ties with you.
When you failed to change your path
with a sigh did i give another try
When you failed to make it last,
with a broken heart i did cry. Tainted freedom was what you gave instead of dreams of a love filled place
Dreams of past
from mind i fish
and color them in
future memories.
some beads of love
i gather silently
patches of tears
i join them with.
I imagine not
what shape i want
nor do i bother
of colors life grant.
I gather when i knit
metaphorical threads
adding,removing
daily ideas in my head.
I offer to all the gift,of
what i make and wear
it talks of wisdom
if you pretend to hear.
I sometimes dread the time
my fingers cease to move
but never will i desert
the yarn that broods.
On the blurred edges of my dreams, where i search for you each night, I found you once waiting for me, smiling at me,or maybe on my plight.
It was a dream i know for sure, you stood as the royal unicorn, I remember just your smiling face as time witnessed a tryst of souls.
You told you will wait till eternity, but I was forbidden to yet,sleep forever, unless I was done with spreading love that was meant for you,but shared never.
There was some one else,worthy around who would hold me just like I always wished, the way I see in my dreams each night, he is the one,the true anchor of my ship.
Saying so you left me on doors of dawn to open my heart and let love rule it again to make space for the cheerful dreams and let your memories wash away the pain.
Each night since then,I dream of you full of pride and care,my royal unicorn to me you always will be the real star no matter who says “you are no more”.
This poem was first written as inspired by the pic in the post, it was edited and lengthened to be submitted to the feature magazine Fried Eye. Posting it after its been published there in their latest volume.
And i take a chance to formally acknowledge my award for last rally. Its a wonder 3 people voted for me and made this possible !! Thank you Jingle for the grace you bestow on me and to all the readers of Poetry Rally !
Those purple framed glasses,
she wore as a challenge to school,
It was then I saw her first, being scolded,
and thought, her glossy hair looked cool.
The staircase where she sat with her gang,
talking to all who climbed up and down
the bitter whispers from the envious girls
equaled the drooping stare of guys around.
I was her pet doll in her final years
protected, loved and mentored upon
it was a rare privilege people would tell
and i valued her presence as my gourd.
There is no day when i miss her not
or feel her words of caution in my head
And also the one last kiss on my cheeks
just hours before she was found dead.
some say she was killed out of rage
some say she did it on her own,
only I know that neither is the case
she was my angel, she just returned home.