Ennui Deux

2.
Poor Mrs. Sincere Lee
Stares longingly at a frame
Gilded gold and empty
On her wall
Once a portrait of her younger face
If only her wane and fading
Mind beneath her thin crown
Of silver white
Could remember
Nimbly
If she could only
Brush stroke memory

Back to life
When thoughts have drowned
In misty loss
Her youth and summers
A distant shore
In a regretful ocean of
Salvatore Dali clocks
Her emotions turned against her
Enemies at the door

Draining the vivid Now
Most recollections are merely sewn
Waves of ups and downs
Cast away in an album of
Forlorn

She recalls her demure lil curtsy
She was loyal as a pet rock,
Still she stares at the blank canvas
Rather than the dawn on the dock
Frozen in the lack
Of having known nor found
Someone
More than this
Silent dame of down
With more to her than some
Husband's name
Mrs. Sincere Lee in her pink
Bath robe
Can only stare at the yellow frame

With a thinning crown
Of silver white
Of wish of need and crave
The days without a empty canvas
Or her sentence
Without self blame

Time is leaving her
Frozen In such hollow
Shame.

Ennui.
The trenchant ocean
Burns with out a flame.

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

All roses fade, some more gracefully than others. My attitude is today is the youngest I will ever be again. The thing I never understood until I became older is how young you can still feel inside, but I am not the girl I was. Experience changes that. Your poem captures the ennui of living in the past while the present passes you by.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for your kind review. I'm trying to encapsulate the many aspects of melancholy hollow ennui nostalgia, so far they two ennui poems share memory and bygone moments once full of life... Strange how hollowness shapes itself when reminiscing...good or bad we all have to face ourselves, the vivid Now often is pushed aside because of fear or self doubt... Thanks again for reading, much appreciated.

[Alfred Kukitz]

You have routed this women's fantasy with poetic breeze. Masterful!

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for reading and review...

[Matching Socks]

Excellent but tough to swallow this one. I'm on that delicate cusp of not exactly being a young woman anymore, I'm aging a little, I have 2 grey hairs that keep coming back after I yank them. I can feel the weather in my knee now thanks too all those sports related injuries from younger reckless days. :)
But I'm still gorgeous d****t!!!! I think that this is where the whole mirror mirror thing started. Older woman starts losing her looks and looks on the young pretty snow white with disdain.

[Butch Decatoria]

Only as old as you feel or not feel... Just a number...

[Matching Socks]

Exactly. I should have just said that and nothing more. :)