Monday, November 11, 2013

Monday Morning Poetry

I Miss the Flag

to Stephen and Walter

On a summer morning I notice the empty balcony
above. I wonder at the forlorn bushes
Standing green against the grain of the sunny

Over in the window a wilted flower stands
bereft in its brownish deadness,
Reminder of the care once given by hands
that filled the room with life,
and flowers, but now are
gone away.

But most of all I miss the flag
That flew unfurled most every day,
A reminder of the loving couple inside
and their interesting care for each other
and the world.

The Uncut Page

"the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime."
-   Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

Looking past the scene in the mirror,
I long for the past – my life of regret,
so filled with unreflected acts.   Yet sorrow seems
to have arisen from deep, unfulfilled dreams.

Where did my days go, deeds undone
falling with the leaves?   A life
stolen from the unconscious mist
of another world.

Now I try to lift the knife and discover
what remains within - uncut, undone deeds.
Not dreams of the future, but pale  
hints of the past.

As I recline in my study the page
slips through my open hand.
Lacking the deeds I cannot summon  
the will to face reality.

from  'Portraits'  by James Henderson, 2004, 2010

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