In his rickety rocking chair
Sat the old man
Half naked
Without a care
The old woman had long passed away
And now,
Twenty-four hours seemed too long a day
Mouth parched, lips dry
All day his heart would cry
Eyes set on the two coffee cups
He would be reminded
Of their downs and the ups
The mayonnaise jar stood
Without much sheen
The coffee cups froze
In silent mourning
This trio told the old couple's story
To them, they attribute love’s allegory
They are sorry for shouting out,
The stark memory
A letter of apology
A letter full of love
Sweet nothing’s
Whispered in the ear
In the empty mayonnaise jar
Would the letters find their way
‘Twas all in the bygone days
He reminisced how
The fight ceased
The other one appeased
Aloud would the letters be read
Over coffee and soft, warm bread
The mayonnaise jar full with words
Of each others unspoken thoughts as birds
Each word held the thrill
Of either wish fulfilled
Planting of the kiss
On a frowning brow
Oh! How every moment he missed!
Sat the old man
Half naked
Without a care
The old woman had long passed away
And now,
Twenty-four hours seemed too long a day
Mouth parched, lips dry
All day his heart would cry
Eyes set on the two coffee cups
He would be reminded
Of their downs and the ups
The mayonnaise jar stood
Without much sheen
The coffee cups froze
In silent mourning
This trio told the old couple's story
To them, they attribute love’s allegory
They are sorry for shouting out,
The stark memory
A letter of apology
A letter full of love
Sweet nothing’s
Whispered in the ear
In the empty mayonnaise jar
Would the letters find their way
‘Twas all in the bygone days
He reminisced how
The fight ceased
The other one appeased
Aloud would the letters be read
Over coffee and soft, warm bread
The mayonnaise jar full with words
Of each others unspoken thoughts as birds
Each word held the thrill
Of either wish fulfilled
Planting of the kiss
On a frowning brow
Oh! How every moment he missed!
14 comments:
hey nice poem, captures the essence of old age well :)
nice for i wondered what the mayo jar was used for and then i realized it..very well written.. you can sense his pain and memories that he lives off
came after a long time ... different template -- its making my browser hang and freeze :-S
I have always wondered what my life wud be like when I get old.. I am even scared of being alone during the last days of my life..
You have described it beautifully..
:)
..Me
girl, all i can say is
I am impressed...
the poem is to good to be let unknown
:)
Wow. thats very beautifully written.
beautiful... being alone kills.
reminds me of the song "forever n always". which i absolutely adore. i cud picture that couple...
very, very well written.
= rich
Finely penned, pal!!
:)
Somehow this new template that u have opted for, merges absolutely with what u write! :) Way to go!
Just stopped to say hello. loved this poem. sad but this is life I guess.You have a nice blog will come back again.
Hmm you bought the Ice age
its cold
haha, didn't like the white theme, didya?
;) tis okay :)
oye..you can still see that post???!!... i thought i deleted it!! :|
i wanted it up.. but there was some jhol with the font and while trying to fix i ended up losing the whole post itself :P
oh well.. it was a crazy one anyways.. there will be more to come :P
aaha, btw a basic question, what is "shitrint"?
Once again I'm intrigued by your poetry...it was, melancholy, I like it a lot, I like the symbolism of the mayo jar and coffee cups...great job dear, keep up the good work!
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