Enclosure–dVerse Poetics

Enclosure
a Sonnet for Linda

I stand in darkness looking out the door.
Dim lights reflect in puddles on the street.
The night is young, but fear comes to the fore-
front of my soul as I admit defeat.

Imprisoned in my heart, I flee what waits
beyond the boundaries of this world I know—
imagining those things my mind creates—
(the pain) rejected oft’ so long ago.

To taste despair, so hopeless to move on,
I turn away, drink silently of fate
and pray for morn to bring a gentle dawn—
my garden, flowers, trees inside my gate.

Perhaps someone will come when I am dead,
scatter my ashes in that world I fled.

With Lillian as hostess for dVerse Poetics, we are writing about doors. I searched my photo archives and this photo of our front door made me think of someone I loved much who suffered from agoraphobia for years. When she died, the family released white doves. I trust she is free at last.

The doors to the pub open at 3:00 PM EST. I hope this prompt will open those creative doors for you.

Calando–Writer’s 4th Wednesday

I’ve chosen a previously published poem from 2012 in response to my prompt for Writer’s 4th Wednesday over at The Bardo Group. Music lends itself to allegory.

Image: Wikipedia

Calando

Life lived in a minor key
incomplete
(not empty)
waiting for the final chord.

You walked alone
and yet the song you sang
(gentle, haunting)
lingers.

Dolce, my sweet friend
dolente, largo,
until alone, as you lived,
calando.

Photo: juned1.com

Using musical notation, this brief poem is about a loved one who suffered from agoraphobia. She died a few years back  from cancer. Many have commented on her life as wasted. I chose to believe she had her own symphony to compose, and it was full of a gentle, generous beauty.

Dolce-gently
Dolente-sad
Largo-slow
Calando-dying away

Agoraphobia is literally translated as fear of crowds. It is a type of social anxiety disorder.

Calando–published in my poetry collection, Jacaranda Rain.

Calando

Calando

Life lived in a minor key
incomplete
(not empty)
waiting for the final chord.

You walked alone
and yet the song you sang
(gentle, haunting)
lingers.

Dolce, my sweet friend
dolente, largo,
until alone, as you lived,
calando.

Using musical notation, this brief poem is about a loved one who suffered from agoraphobia. She died recently from cancer. Many have commented on her life as wasted. I chose to believe she had her own symphony to compose, and it was full of a gentle, generous beauty.

Dolce-gently
Dolente-sad
Largo-slow
Calando-dying away

Agoraphobia is literally translated as fear of crowds. It is a type of social anxiety disorder.

I wrote this in response to the prompt from Sashi at The Gooseberry Garden where today’s prompt is friends, relationships and everyone around. Stop by and read some more at: http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2011/10/poetry-picnic-week-8-friends.html

Also submitting to dVerse Poets’ Pub: http://dversepoets.com Open Link Night.  Stop by and enjoy an adult beverage and some fantastic poetry.