Poetic Musings continued

It was abandoned

Like the book unread

The tea gone cold

The crumpled newspaper at a bus stand left to the mercy of the wind.

Awkward, self conscious letters

Indecipherable chicken scratchings,

A long forgotten tag etched into a lonely wooden bench

Palpable silence and absence,

The anti-climactic quest doomed before it started.



Micro deaths

Mini explosions

Diminutive earthquakes that throw you off balance

Make you unsteady on your feet

Lose your centre of gravity and all reason and rationality

Shedding of layers and realities that were not meant for you

Then the silent mourning and the soft ache

And the visceral emptiness that pervades the crevices of the room

and brings me to my knees.