Labyrinth of Forgetfulness

In the labyrinth of forgetfulness,
life has lost its luster and playfulness,
the brain and the tongue aren't on the same page,
it feels like thoughts are locked up in a cage.

Names, dates and time have become elusive,
fading as the mind becomes more passive,
anger leaps forward like a trapped jaguar,
positioning itself on a wire.


Daily routines have been turned upside down,
delightful smiles have been replaced with frowns,
frustration and confusion lead each day,
decisions, control are slipping away.


The borders of reality are loose,
illusions step in creating a ruse,
actions forgotten in lucid moments
leaves a sense of emptiness which torments.


In the labyrinth of forgetfulness,
lost, floating in the abyss of darkness,
the mind's inability to recall,
leaves memories suspended in free fall.

A Man's Shadow

I walk in the shadow of my man,
all my smiles and comments have been banned;
I support him in his weak moments,
I soothe him when he’s hell-fire bent.

His greatness casts shadows on others,
yet, when he glides past, huge crowds gather;
the limelight makes him larger than life,
few know that he is trailed by his wife.

I walk in the shadow of my man,
from a distance I do what I can;
a cliché states behind a grand man,
is a loving wife holding his hand.

Email Message on Valentine's Day

I opened my email box,
sat motionless as a fox,
disbelieving the message,
which was meant to encourage.

It is a virus I mused,
looking completely confused,
slightly touching the delete,
the motion was incomplete.

Deciding to take the risk,
click, it opened in a whisk,
once again I gaped in shock,
panting like I ran a block.

Tiny tears slid down my cheek,
still through blurred vision I peeked,
a valentine’s card from you,
my deepest wish had come true.

Death

Tears are streaming down his cheeks, shoulders slumped, he appears so weak.
His black jacket is rumpled,
dress shirt and pants are crumpled.


Weariness pours from his eyes,
he struggles to say good-bye.
His mouth moves but no words come,
beaten, suddenly he's mum.


His roses slip from his hand,
tear stained lying on the sand.
On wobbly legs he trembles,
a lost man, he resembles.


He collapses on the floor,
then removed from viewing more.
His cherished orchid has died,
he just wants to run and hide.


The moment seemed ill-fated,
admitting that he hated,
parting from his dearest wife,
the precious jewel of his life.

Lucky

Puppy land is where I am,
mesmerized by such a ham,
bringing great joy to mid-life,
I’m a mom as well as wife.

Lucky is her name today,
bringing smiles like bright sun rays.
Sometimes she’s known as Troubles,
but bad deeds burst like bubbles.

Lovingly, big brown eyes stare,
melting the angriest glare.
Forgotten is the torn chair,
or sharp teeth pulling my hair.

Marveling, I watch her dig,
will she discover a rig?
Oil or gold would be so great,
is my couch the hidden gate?

Training is coming along,
she barks and tells me I’m wrong.
I’m now doing things her way,
and she ignores what I say.

At night she sleeps at my feet,
till bedtime when our eyes meet.
Our lives are woven with gold,
I’m lucky too, so I’m told.