In Absentia
Please remember
to feed the fish.
Water the flower beds.
Remember to rake
the golden brown leaves
the golden brown leaves
on the driveway.
Fluff the pillows;
wipe the rain water seeping onto
the blue marble floor.
Make the doves feel at home.
Lead the rooster to a worm
every other day.
Pat the cats, bathe the dogs, air the carpets.
If my memories come calling,
just turn away.
5 comments:
I hate to admit this, but I cried when I read this. :)
PS, do update more regularly. :) :)
you are the unsurpassed king of poignant poetry. I found myself checking the dictionary to see if the word 'poignant' meant all that I wanted to say.
Poignant: 2 a (1) : painfully affecting the feelings : piercing (2) : deeply affecting : touching
It is a masterpiece Pramod!
Tinker/ Lolo... yes, I too cry at some strange moments. Glad this humble verse touched you. Please keep dropping by.
Kiran, I really value your comments. Readers like you make the trip worthwhile!
There is something magical about melancholy - ergo, this poem is magic! Very good, indeed...:)
Thanks, Laksh. Magic is everywhere, silent or eloquent!
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