A CUPFUL OF PLEASANTA Poem by Betty Hermeleea special eveningA CUPFUL OF PLEASANT
As of late I agonize about my memory decline as though my mind stifles in a prisoner’s cell words drift and obscure arduous to retrieve conversations broken not smooth like a laminated table alone, I speak to myself words flow like a melodious stream I am distressed about my waning life isolated in an old woebegone cabin by the sea
At once, my scratched wooden windows rattle and abruptly catch my focus as I peer out to uncover wind carries the aqua waves at speed a strange, mysterious evening
White caps swell in chaotic gestures as though in storm yet the yellow-hued moon glimpses through cumulus clouds to alight the jagged sea
In the distance I discern a sailboat at tilt bobs on the intense current I wonder why one would sail in such a turbulent swell? though at close aspect I would designate this night as remarkable an abstraction of evening’s magic light from the heavens is so distinct it brings life to a painted canvas
If I pass on tonight I will have witnessed the most divine panorama
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11 Reviews Added on October 3, 2022 Last Updated on October 3, 2022 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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