Submissions by Maple666

How can an empty chair give me
All the characteristics of your face
Your white wisps of hair , unruly ,
In defiance . Age may of made you
Confused and at times subdued.
But your physical features stood
As a reminder of all the life you had
Lived , I swear I still see your aqua
Lagoon eyes glinting at me as a
Playful trick , no you can’t forget me
That quick , and I don’t . Your chair ,
Upright , no fuss , cushion left as it
Was when you perched there , legs
Languishing I felt in quiet despair
Not giving up...

Memories,
Hang like window dressing
Etched by indelible ink
But I think they beguile
Being sometimes overgenerous
Prodigiously persuasive
Inextricably impressionistic
This window dressing is an improvisational work of art
For one can edit , improve, reassemble
At whim in the present day ,
One subconsciously ameliorates ,
Add in embellishments ,
Subtract spoliation
Ah , now my window dressing is a
Resplendent display ,
A Ornate memorial
A nostalgic fabrication
Accessories added here and there ...

I slipped my life into a envelope and placed
it in your pocket of your 501 Levi jeans , a classic tailored fitted attire may I say , one
That I knew was a favourite’s of yours to wear . I just hope that your iPhone doesn’t conceal my future and you find me when you need someone the most . No judgement, no words . I would just listen with all my senses engaged
My nose has already become your silent
confidant with those exotic notes of your Paco Rabanne with undertones of I am a real man now . Maybe your 501’s will come undone at the seams and your life and mine will...

If you only knew, that my soul bent down to
Hold you in your darkness and I sang you
Lullabies of everything you told yourself that
Wasn’t right with you. I sang an alternative tune with no sleight of hand , but just to mention a few facts that stand as tall as the
Sky and touch the light of the sun . That’s you .
You’re just been blinded by the Unilluminated
Stories we recite quietly when life jostles us
To hibernate and you feel you can’t relate but
I am telling you the truth the shadows of feeling fractured don’t last.