Consummation
By
A cigarette
caressingly lit
and entwined in your fingers
slowly crumbles
ash by ash
into puffed away plumes
of silvery smoke
and heedlessly
dropped-
a still smoldering butt
in your ashtray.
Lure of Renunciation
By
Listen, my heart
just you and I
when all else fails, we may try
to renounce the world, forever renounce
its troves of happiness, its droves of pain
its chattels of smiles, its tears in vain
renounce all, all renounce
bit by bit, ounce by ounce
perhaps the soul
will then find
a nirvana, a bliss
where nothing feels amiss
where nothing matters, nothing no more
no compulsions no strains
none’s approval
none’s disdain
no love no hate
no dictates of fate
no hope’s balm
no worldly charm
where no desire scalds, no dream burns
where soul knows no tosses and turns
free free forever free
my heart, just me and thee
perhaps we should try
just you and I
and renounce the world
forever renounce?
I lost my daughter 30th June 2008. She was 32 and the most kindest, intelligent and caring person I have ever had in my life. I cope by writing lots of poetry about her. It was a priveledge to have been her mother and I have so many marvellous memories tp keep me going. I will never stop grieving but I honestly feel she is always with me. Natascia Rita thank you for being my daughter, thank you for all the love you gave me, A big comfort hug to you Elizabeth.