DEATH METAL 2012 A by MACKOUSKOSK
My closet holds memories.
It hides my deepest secrets.
It can be dark and dreary.
It can ooze life’s nectar.
I should close the door.
I should never look back.
But I can’t stop myself.
I need to see it once more.
Crystal chandelier of mine.
I love your sparkle and shine.
You bring back memories long gone
when life hadn’t been so far gone.
Remember the parties we used to host?
Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.
Music and laughter were the rules of the day.
But now all that are left are the bills to pay.
Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
to see its long shadow.
You hold my life in your hands.
My dreams and fantasies.
I can only see them
when I’m with you.
You hold my life in your hands.
Don’t let go.
My life would be lost
without you.
You hold my life in your hands.
A beautiful couple.
So happy together.
Fun times.
Sad times.
Good memories.
Unhappy losses.
New house.
Children.
Grandchildren.
Parties.
Funerals.
So happy together in life.
So happy together in death.
I remember you.
The sound of your clicks.
The ding of your lines.
Changing your reels.
Backspacing mistakes.
Paper jamming.
Keys entangling.
The good old days.
Nordic landscape
A blanket of red
covers the landscape.
Fragrant and soft
as it protects and serves.
A place of comfort
and a place to sleep.
A keeper of memories
of the lost tower.
What was once a stronghold
is now a carpet of beauty.
ALONE IN THE DARK
“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.
What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.
Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”
The anguish my mother had faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.
“Rome. Palazzo Spada. Colonnade, 1632, by Francesco Borromini.” Baroque architecture and sculpture in Italy. 1912,
Walk through the pillars
and into another century.
Feel the vibrations
of footsteps in the past.
Hear the laughter
of Roman guests.
Touch the statues
reaching for the sky.
Smell the sweetness
of memories long gone by.
