There are shadows on the wall
They are still there to see
The ones on the right
They keep smiling at me
But the ones on the left
They keep frowning at me
So I keep looking straight
With my Dado at my side
Singing a lullaby for me
(Sheen-June2022)
The above poem is the second one (Shadows on the Wall).
Life is difficult, it isn’t easy
Full of new hurdles
To make me queezy
(Sheen-Oct 2021)
Life is difficult to live. I don’t know where to start, and where to end.
Son sent me this video, and I’m sharing it.
It has been eight years. Time passes. It creates a distant fog, blurring memories. I was thinking while sitting by myself, what if there was a magic line on which you could talk to your departed other half. No one knows how long one is going to live,or how soon it will be time to go. Hence these few lines.
I’m ringing your phone
Hoping to hear
You were coming back home
I never knew
How futile it will be
To not hear from you
A magic line, appearing above
The sound of your voice
Coming through
Sitting alone
Longing for you
To be back home
Life was, as it was
(Sheen, August 2020)
How do I go from here to there
How to remember the various odd things
How to hold on, and never forget
Getting out of hands, my memory needs fixing
(Sheen-April2019)
It was last week, before the unfortunate mishap with my left foot. Son needed to have his wedding photos developed for his wife’s visa. I went along with him. I shouldn’t have gone. It’s never a good idea to go to shops. One buys unnecessary things. I had time to browse while I waited for Son, and that was my undoing. It was no excuse for my buying spree.
Coming out I was following Son. I’m a slow person, taking in the view, while Son takes gigantic strides. He gets ahead so quickly that I had difficulty in following him. A couple of people came between him, and me, while I was focusing on them, and how to pass through, I lost him. I couldn’t see where he went.
I kept looking for him, forgetting where the car was parked. We had come in his vehicle, as he wanted to fill his car’s tank. His irritated call soon came, asking where was I? Anyway we found each other.
My sister has found the solution to my forgetfulness, and that is : the moment I get down from the car, I should take a photo of the location.
Painful was the last summer I went through
To bid adieus to my grandsons
And my heart yearned
Will there be another summer
For us to be together again
And I looked at the youngest one
I wondered
Will there be the same closeness
Or forgotten
Distances widening in the heart
The fondness gone
Replaced by indifference
The corner he favored
His hiding place
Cushioned with his childhood quilt
A tight place
To find comfort, and escape
From the reality dogging him
And to forget
What was taking place
A broken home —- a rift through hearts
Taking him away from a loving space
Further away from the love he knew
(Sheen-Nov 2018)
I wrote the above in the summer of 2017, but I posted it today. My son had lost his job, and I knew we would have to move from Houston, further away. It was heartbreaking.
The day begins I look forward to it
To finish the things that need to be done
But I read, and paint
And before long
The day comes to an end
I lag behind on things
I had planned from A to Z(d)
Oh where did the day go by
And why are the hours so short
They are gone
Before I could start
(Sheen-Nov2018)
Images form, and shadows lurk
Crowding my mind to my dismay
Coherent thoughts pushed aside
Blurred images come into play
Should I ignore the whispers now loud
Drumming my head into disarray
(Sheen-Aug 2018)
One child of mine
I shall not name
Always assume the worst of me
Won’t let me explain
It hurts me no end
As I feel insane
Why does it happen
Is my constant complain
(Sheen-May2018)
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Assumption
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I don’t want to see you
The smile is not there
Replaced with worry lines
You look defeated
With shoulders sagging at times
I don’t want to see you
My identical image in the mirror
It’s best I forget you
Or I’ll deem myself a failure
(Sheen-March2018)
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Identical
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With superficial charm he did me woo
Fell for it without any clue
What struck me I never knew
My eyes opened after the issue
To save myself I couldn’t undo
(Sheen-October2017)
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DAILY PROMPT
Superficial
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Flowers and Breezes 