Midnight

21st August 2021

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Please note, this is just a poem, it does not reflect me at the present but may resonate with some.

Midnight?

That’s not my time

At least, not at my time of life

Cocoa’s long been drunk

Teeth cleaned, and into the arms of Morpheus

But when I was younger

Fifty years younger

Oh, how I remember

Or rather, I don’t

Was I drunk?

Those years I can’t recall

Those pints of ale

That singing

The darts

Those laughs with my mates

Most of them gone too

All vanished, like butterflies in winter

They may be there, but…

I remember them not

I ask, was I drunk?

Was I drunk?

But now

Dementia

…and now… I wish I were drunk.

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Midnight – August 19, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)

Death in a vase

Flowers, withering without water.

Drying, dying, none to care.

Petals dropping, one by one,

Dying, drying, abhorrent, uncared.

The slightest breeze and several fall

Dried, died, yet still fragrant.

Their perfume fills only the imagination.

Reality is the smell of stagnation.

The aroma of death,

By midday sun or moonlit night

They fall, dead, dry, parched.

A flower head bends, droops,

As if looking down,

searching for the water.

Leaves, curl and crisp

Pale to the eye, pallid to the touch

Drying, perishing, bleached of colour.

Stalk, brown and shrivelled.

Crisp to touch, hard, unforgiving.

This is my life, my love, my death.

My very existence, displayed in a vase.

Arranged with care and an eye for form.

Such beauty once was there

Now dead, so dead, so dead. So very dead.

This is what I dread.

©Jospeph R Mason 2021

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Petals – July 29, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)

Dawning

© Richard j. Kirk 2019

A new day is dawning.

A new era is upon us.

A new world has begun.

Clichés each and every one.

Irrelevant all.

Pointless.

Demeaning to the ears.

Sayings which should be evicted.

Vanished.

Expunged.

Erased from all literature.

Cut from the tongues that speak it.

Then.

Dipping quill into crimson mixed with spittle.

We will compose afresh.

Then will arise a new patois.

Acrolect and basilect

Sociolinguistic labels

The upper and lower boundaries

The dawning of a new age.

© Joseph R. Mason 2021

29th January 2021

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