Pale grey eyes
stare at the scene,
a flat mask-like visage
reveals no emotion.
The gaze moves on
to view another tableau.
There is no sign of comprehension,
no assimilation
the expression is blank.
Summer soft breezes
that lift grizzled grey hair
play unnoticed.
Cobalt blue beauty is ignored,
birdsong and wind chime
perform unheard
and perfumed nature
fails to stir the senses.
Warmth from the sun up day
penetrates, yet leaves
thin blood cooler still.
The demeanour remains
placid, untouched.
Each stage passes,
now the last is drawing to its close.
Soon the face will crackle and spit fat
in the heat of the furnace
and the disintegrated
residue collected
will be sprinkled over
the once cherished
and fussed over rose garden.
©
Copyright
VMM2008
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | October 3, 2008 - 12:43
Dear Val, I think this is my very favourite poem of all of yours. I can't pick out all the lines I liked, there were way too many, but these particularly, stand out for me:-
"Cobalt blue beauty is ignored,
birdsong and wind chime
perform unheard ..."
Quite beautiful:-)
Tina x
Bradene | October 3, 2008 - 14:27
Thanks Tina, It's one of my favourites too. It was written for a friend whose husband died with Alzheimer's. Val x