Moonlight, alone in silence ascending my
Stairs once more, below the stars waves
Crash upon a white sandy shore. On the
Hillside my garden too is silent I look out
Over the sea, alone, a star shooting across
The sky, an invisible hand, a fireball thrown.
I wait in the dark, between space and space,
I lift my hands to my face. Who am I, my
Name is unknown to me, I look into the
Mirror yet my eyes cannot see.
The flesh is pallor and pale, the wrinkles…
Each with a story to tell. Hair, white, long
Tied up in a bun…I would leave this place
Nevertheless, I have nowhere to run.
A mournful melody spins in my brain, a tune
That I cannot recall…roses to smell and
Mouths to kiss, in a locked room I hide
From it all. Never will I feel rain drops on my
Cheeks, it is the shadow of death that I try
The heavens are dark and deep, I will forget
These things before I slip into a silent sleep.
From this room I can hear the ocean roar, rain
Falls and dead gutters come alive once more.
Yes, I will forget all of these things before I slip
Into a silent sleep.
8 thoughts on “Slipping Away…”
You have created a powerful sense of isolation with this poem, Ann.
Thank you Chris.
you evoke a profound sense of silence here. excellently done!
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This is so beautiful 🙂 I remember one poem of Robert Frost on this, “Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening. God bless ❤
Thank you so very much, I put your comment in my reviews I hope you will visit often. ajm
I’ll definitely visit you 🙂
Evocative of old age and death…a youth that too soon slipped away.
Sad, but still, beautifully written.
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