Plastic flowers
on a mantelpiece
with ivory elephants
where a clock once chimed
each quarter hour
of a best forgotten time
where aging memories
of children playing
are revived
by fading pictures
on an angry wall
boxed in by banalities
and routine activities
distracted by voices
that echo inside
the mausoleum of the mind
while yesterday lingers
like an unwelcome guest
where only
the plastic flowers are fresh.
Tag Archives: children
Extempore
The occupying wind
Was disappointed
By a tree without roots
Disdainful of the turbulence
Where musicians used to play
Ukuleles and banjos
To the tune of
God Save America.
Disembodied sounds
Rumble and grumble
Deep inside
The human mind.
On a cliff
Where dewdrops sparkled
On yesterday’s lawn
Memorials of tomorrow
Will never change
While love remains the same.
Genetically inclined
Crimes
By offspring
Shoot
But fail to sprout.
As crowds
Applaud anonymously
Nodding complacently
Innocent children play
Timorously decoding
The beginning of another day.
