Is that laughter on the wind?
Are there small, hard eyes behind
that smile? And it soon grows cold.
Am I lonely? Am I old?
A car snarls, a pigeon preens,
all of my life`s shifting scenes
merge like shadows on a screen.
I know each face in each rain
drop which traces your new name,
then trickles and dies softly.
The room watches constantly.
I know that stare; Night unfolds
into morning. Am I old?
Am I lonely?
Will the new day console me?
Morning rain nuzzles windows,
softly washes street shadows
into the past.The day is
mist shrouded, full of whispers.
And I, alone and grown old
have watched as you crawled.
And I have wished you broken.
now I hear words, unspoken,
but cold, bare and pitiless
they return to bear witness
to my insecurities,
regrets, infidelities.
All of whom I used to be
is undone.I dread to see
the new morning`s plots and schemes.
All of my life`s shifting scenes
lie in pieces:Silence screams.
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Comments
yassin | May 5, 2010 - 15:40
i liked this with its rhyme and slant rhyme, you ended on a powerful line, the images are well linked.
Silver Spun Sand | May 5, 2010 - 18:22
One of your many best;-)
Tina
sylviec | May 5, 2010 - 19:14
sylviec
some excellent imagery used here too
Gilbert | May 6, 2010 - 17:42
Grateful thansk to everyone for the comments.Much appreciated.
jennifer gentle | May 8, 2010 - 09:32
Why pastiche? Is it because you are writing on a well-trodden topic.
'True wit is wisdom to advantage dressed
What oft was said but ne'er so well expressed'
alexander pope
Gilbert | May 8, 2010 - 10:50
Hi Jennifer-When I had completed the poem, I showed it to a friend, who said it read like a pastiche of one of my literary heroes.(Will leave it to the reader to decide who!)
To me it is obviously derivative,but not to the point of plagiarism.