A CUPFUL OF PLEASANT

A CUPFUL OF PLEASANT

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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a special evening

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A 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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2022 Betty Hermelee


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A truly beautiful scene painted with your words that are magical when seen alone. The way it feels that the scene has been set especially for you, the lone viewer makes it all the more wondrous when no other distractions are around to tear your eyes away from such a powerful scene.
I also know far too well the memories decline, but if I told you half the things I've forgotten, you wouldn't believe me! 😊

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you my dear Lorry, so nice to be back at the Cafe!
Best, B

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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My 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..

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