You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that is a sin. Even the small portion that makes you laugh and grin. Or how many sons and daughters you have, indeed if you have any at all. That is hard when only bits of life peep through the clouds, showing just what riches you might miss that you once knew. Describing purgatory or hell, I have just done. So a cup of tea is the order of the day cures all ails gran used to say. Shovelling 5 spoons of coffee into the cup, Ah! peace at last now that 60 years is gone and lost.
foot-note. This poem came about after reading George Macbeth’s poetry Laughter in Hell. He had motor-neuron disease which sadly he died from. My experimental poem was an imagined hell.
I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where