- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Gentle Breeze
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Click hereA gentle breeze disseminates jasmine hints and
taps hybiscus blossoms on sparkling windows.
Finches morning banter arouses groggy eyes
before alarm clocks repeat their unwelcome ritual.
In muffled distance a school bus stops,
children’s voices recall trading card memories,
snapshot reminiscence of more carefree days,
before rush hours and too small paychecks.
Blocks over, repetitive squeals of brakes
and mechanical truck drone interrupts the process.
Slowly the mind trades dream fragments
with thoughts of coffee and today’s business.
A smile breaks the crease of my lips,
remembering this precious moment is unique.
Each person met today, will remember somewhere,
times when life was full, succulent, ripe.
Doors open and close, echoes sharpen and fade
as the ancient hospice forces itself to life.
People here are touched, by those they love,
and angels wearing compassion on their sleeves.
Words of caring, sharing dwindling memories
pass softly from the past to the future.
We hold withering hands, easing earthbound fear,
giving peace through physical metamorphosis.
Intermittent rasping from behind a closed door,
then peaceful silence; the past sleeps,
leaving only a gentle breeze, to quietly
suffuse brittle caulking in aging windows.
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoThis beautiful rendering is just chock full of beautiful images which adds to the poignancy of this 'in the moment' bit of poetic delight.
