October 2016

5 October 2016 at 23:34 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

NO ONE HAVING WOKEN TO A BURGLAR CRAWLING THROUGH A KITCHEN WINDOW
for some
home is us
all depends on tenants
either bring a meaning to the place
or leave it empty

home will value most
things to be forgotten:
an insecurity slipped off shoulders
draped over chair
a ring marked table
after dinner argument
a sun – bleached rug
drenched with worries
a hunt for colour
to blanket dying comfort
once plain but now pallid
vaseline desiccating
under mattress in a master bedroom

those who stayed in hotels
missed
holding each other’s hands
being set in a motion
by for thick & thin memories
not willing to slip into a song of regret
hotel guests with a public access
face wonders
collateral damage, too
years close behind them
with a revolving door
that no one remembers (02nd October 2016)

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