Dasim

The Fountain Pen

I must have dozed for a while

In my favorite reading chair.

The book on my lap

Open on a page read

But not remembered.

The sunlight, its day’s work done,

Does a parting farewell dance

Between photographs and objects,

While listening to their stories

Of paths taken or ignored

Things said and regretted,

Of tales of this and that,

And of how and why and when

We chose things, big and small.

Like our children’s names

Or the color of a jacket.

Outside,  a Robin,

Blessed with lightness,

Unaware of its importance,

Accomplishes its purpose

With simplicity and candor.

The rumble of faraway cars

Muffle a bit the sounds of his song.

On my desk, a fountain pen

Inherited from a dear friend,

Reminds me of a time

When the future seemed unlimited

Daring  me to make sense of it.

As if I could!

The walls slowly change color

From orange to pink,

And ultimately to a dull purple.

They kindly encourage me

To prepare for another day.

I leave the room

Gently closing the door behind me.

Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    May each new day be filled with happiness.

    Andy

    • Dasim

      Thank you and the very same to you.

    • Doggerel Dave

      Your'e back! Disappeared there for a while...

      An easy comfortable travel through early evening which I experienced to the full.
      Mine a small attractive Bakelite container. Not quite the same, but the past still full of questions...
      Regards Dave

      • Dasim

        Just disappeared for a few days. Lots of work and little inspiration!

        • Doggerel Dave

          No, it was the appearance of this poem, it's disappearance for perhaps an hour and then return. Just wondered if a glitch in system - no big deal.
          Dave

        • sylviasearcher

          Awesome

          Beautiful

          I loved this

          • Dasim

            Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it.

          • Neville


            a captivating read from one end to the other ...



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