OBJECTS
Inanimate
things have no life,
But for
life we give them.
Power to
ignite memory,
Transport
to a different time.
Evoke
thought, induce emotion.
Possessions
we collect affect
Understanding
of who we are;
Existence
in the present time.
We cling
to objects to remind.
To
capture solace, make us
Happier,
comforted. Gift them
power
they do not possess.
They are
things, lifeless.
Merely
objects. And yet,
Every one
of us discerns,
Our items
mean much more.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
Standing still, judging all.
Mirror, mirror, on a hill.
Are my pieces broken still?
Mirror, mirror, by a stream.
Enraptured idle people dream.
Mirror, mirror, of the past;
Fitting puzzle pieces fast.
Mirror, mirror, of desire;
Flickering flames, healing fire.
Mirror, mirror, all alone.
Stormy pathways leading home.
Mirror, mirror, why so sad,
When reflection’s looking glad?
Touch my face, comb my hair;
Lion heart creased with care.
Mirror, mirror, one true friend.
Ever busy, ever kind.
GUESTS
Spectral party guests,
No mortal perceives.
Gaze at proceedings.
The well laden table
By a cheering fire.
Pace on dance floor,
Robed in fine attire.
Move and mingle
With people gathered,
Amused by chatter.
Interrupt conversation,
Unseen. Nobody
Observes them chuckle.
No mortal perceives.
IRISH
COFFEE
I
thought of you
In a restaurant,
as I
Savoured
Irish coffee.
Trio of
coffee, whiskey
And
cold cream.
Recalling
times when,
Carefree
and young,
We each
ordered one
And
then another.
And
another. One
Never
enough on
Irish
coffee days!
Sad you
don’t
Savour
Irish coffee
anymore.
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