|unrise comes silently
night becomes day
a new beginningMorning light softly caresses your face
wakening you to the sweet melodies
of song-birds perched outside your window
Your window – I have no window of my ownAs night’s slumber leaves you
still, yet, reclining on the softness of your bed
your thoughts begin to sir in your waking mind…Consider: Your bed – I have no bedFor one moment more
you turn your head upon the comfort of your pillow
fluffing its volume beneath your still-heavy headYour pillow – mine is gone.And you draw the sheets and blanket up
closer, over your shoulders
tucked tightly beneath your chin
and you dozeYour blanket – I have no blanket anymore.
Rising to meet this new day
a fresh beginning of time renewed
you ponder and consider your wardrobe
garments in which to clothe yourselfa shirt – my choices are now limited to 3
jeans or slacks – my trouser number 4
shoes – 2 pairs I have now
one pair cracked and torn
offering no protection from rain or dust
one pair which I protect
and yet too, are showing signs of wearMusic today
a tune well-learned
bringing with them heart-warming
or the expression of feelings living deep with-in
a cherished CD
a purchase or a gift
a simple pleasure for the here-and-nowPonder, as the melody surrounds you –
ALL of my music is gone… gone
Music collected over 20-plus years
tunes spanning 50 years and more.
Music of my child-hood
of my Grandparents
from countries visited
and lands I’ve only dreamed of
lyrics in languages I’ve learned,
languages you have either never heard
or, at best, seldom heard.
Music out of print –
Music bought instead of a meal.
Music gone – forever now.
Perhaps, today, you’ll “putter” round the house,
that place in which you reside
where you receive correspondences from friends,
sit at a table with coffee.
Your house – I have none.
Arranging little mementoes and decorative items
on shelves and sills,
those things that evoke more
fond, sweet memories
of events enjoyed
in the past.
Every memento of mine is lost
I’ve not one memento of any part of my existence.
Or perhaps today
to sit in your chair
to view a program on the television
or read a book of special interest.
Keep in your mind –
I have neither chair nor sofa any more,
my little television is gone;
books too are now scattered about the unknown
Books in English, French, German, Russian, Hebrew.
Books of professional reference: Psychology, Medicine, Language.
Books autographed by their authors,
rare books no longer published or published in foreign lands.
Art books, music books, cook books…
gone books – once my books – gone books.
|From where you recline
or stand in idle reverie
a water-colour, hand-painted
catches a glimmer of sunlight
and a sparkle catches your attention
draws you near –
it is the house in which you have shelter.
Shelter from the winds and snows of Winter
and from the rains and heat of Summer
I painted that picture
and many others,
invested my time and energy,
imbued it and them with love
as with all my paintings
of history and places that gave me simple pleasures.
I gave you that painting.
You kept it
and sat silently still
as all the others
Paintings – as with all else – gone
And I think of them
one and all
as I walk the streets through Winter snows
or seek shelter in train stations
against winds and rain
in your house.
Paintings. House. – I have neither
A meal, or a snack
to calm the pangs of hunger.
A plate, flatware and glass are set on the table.
Preparations are made for a light repast.
As you feed yourself
I am praying that your mind will fill with thoughts
as your stomach fills with food…
Table-setting – Table – I now have none.
Alas and at last
the sun has drawn across the sky
and has set behind the mountains to the west.
I once called those mountains “Home
and to those mountains I tried to return
and now, to those mountains, I look for peace…
final and absolute
But for this evening
as day’s light dims,
from the comfort of your chair
up to your lamp to illuminate your room
and as the switch clicks
my soul calls out…
A lamp – I had several –
they’re gone –
no light in the darkness.
Stars appear in deep indigo skies above
outside the window
of your house.
Your music continues to fill your room,
your book lay still on the sofa where you left it.
The lamp casts shadows of mementoes on the shelves,
your dishes are in the kitchen sink.
All is fine and secure,
no one will take any of it from you,
it will remain safely
where it is
where you have put it.
Your day draws further
and to a close
and darkness fills the world where sunlight reigned.
The colours of my painting
on your wall
and fade to grey.
Sleepy, you return to your bed,
I no longer have my bed)
lay your head on the softness of your pillow,
(my pillow too, is gone)
tug the gentleness of your blanket up over your shoulders,
(blankets – I have none)
you close your eyes
and in the shelter of your home(
I am hopelessly homeless)
you drift peacefully
And through this day
from morning sun-rise
again, and still again
you remain oblivious
of the destruction you have caused
the anguish and agony you have inflicted
the pain, sorrow and sadness you’ve wrought
the life you have destroyed
and the death
for which YOU are responsible.
And I have borne all