Sorrowful Soliloquy Sans Harriet Harris

Profound misery played a silent doleful air

cremation chosed versus open casket bier

boyce brandon harris nearly

crumbled viz eemotional devasation clear

the innocent sweet heart

who played coy as decades lapsed

this Arthur Murray engenue remained dear

despite his rocksolid Gibraltor veneer

he could barely withstand the withering woeful wallop

zapped his wife (thy mum),

whose death his will to live didst sear

cuz for almost half a century, Harriet Harris, his spouse

and this only biological son

 

witnessed the first time witnessing ductile tear

drop trickled, runneled into a streamed and coursed down

the markedly, poignantly, significantly streamed torrent

more aged countenance

of mine papa asper her permanent absence

wrought his every spiritual fiber

 

negated, quashed totally

tubularaly whiplashed, zapped willpower

maximum threshold thrust depression, an invisible

hollowed graved, empty depressed cavity

within thy papa's quint

essentially robustly stout manliness

 

grief he did understandably wear

which emotion decried malignant ovarian Cancer

branding ache for more'n year

when November thirteenth (month date,

she graced Brooklyn, New York

as a newborn via cervical debut )

rolls around, this surviving only heir

 

of birth family remembers

of her concocted gourmand haven

eighty three plus earth orbitz, the potpourri

preening patschke maven,

whose signature fancy feast no more

 

through passage of time lessened

lesson viz psychic scrunch

of sorrow might occasionally well up, no matter fine

prairie home companion gal

he befriended to mitigate

the psychological crunch

swansong when thine mum

bid eternal fare thee well

AGAINST EXTINGHISHED

FIRE IN HER BELLY WILL TO LIVE,

 

she got stole early mourning

by grim reaper a severe sucker punch

never receiving authentic endearments

(confession this heir professed attests)

even a simple acknowledgement,

as if I remained “out to lunch”

 

and cannot communicate the affection

never shown, only a sterile poem

one feeble reasonaly rhyming missive

a flirtatious instructor

during the ballroom post World War II zeitgeist

this near toe pointing effort testement,

 

whose unfeeling sangfroid guise

hence LOVE shown toward my mother,

always tucked away, I deprived

thy maiden America loving mom

a hidden caring hunch.