Mourning...Alone....

Death claims its victim

silently,

unexpectedly

leaving behind

a hurting trace

of mental agony,

of bleeding heartstrings

tied to the door knob

of mortality.....

Everyone peeks in

to offer their respect

to the departed soul,

to make their presence felt

amidst the chaos of superficiality

and then....

there is silence,

an aching bruise

of mourning alone

away from the world

within the depressing confines

of the heart

where emotions

ravage a denying mind....

(For a neighbour who passed away unexpectedly)

Inside Me...

Searching for carnivals

all over the place

knowing not

they are all around.

To each one his carnival.

For each thought a festival.

To each emotion a feast.

For each intention a goal.

My carnival resides within me.

Blissfully unaware

I wander over waves of wayward emotion,

Rising and falling, celebrating and mourning.

One Single Impression: Carnival

They tell it all..

Gloves on the table

tell stories

of the owner-

how well they were treated,

how carelessly used or misused,

all like the human persona,

used and abused,

roughly handled

or kept carefully,

wrapped

in the treasure chest

of safe emotions,

valued relationships.

Gloves -

they tell it all.....

Magpie Tales: gloves