Kitchen is starving
Butcher is closed
Bedroom is angry
Beds are untidy
Fire cries in the stove
Power has gone
There is no candle
This evening I’m tired.
Pillows dance on the living room sofa
Left-over tea sits in the glasses
Table looks cross
Shelves are full of dust
Curtains call
“Wash me, wash me.”
I hear a voice
And look out the window
Next door, an older couple
Laughs
Laughs
Laughs
Moments are in love with them
The moon drinks their voices
A 70th anniversary
Of happiness in
Our neighbor’s house.
By Roya
Roya what a still life is to a painting this poem is to poetry -I loved reading it when you were working on it and I still love it-and I am not a poem person.
roya, You have amazing gift as a writer.
Your poem made me smile–I like how you personnified the house and then –you have the line “moments are in love with them.” I love that.
Wonderful poem, Roya!
Dear Roya, Your poem really captured how one can feel trapped and depressed one minute and joyful in the next. Thank you!