Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Abandonment

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:  Abandoned

Abandonment
©May 3rd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

An old road leads to a locked house
And in the old house these abound:
Lost hopes, lost spoons, lost socks
Lost dreams, lost children’s ghosts,
Lost lovers’ bliss, lost songs,
Lost days, lost nights, lost maps,
Lost directions, lost memories,
Lost knowledge, lost ambitions,
Lost desires, lost skills, lost laughter,
Lost tears, lost scorn, lost anger,
Lost grievances, lost bitterness,
Lost chances, lying broken
Outside its door, and lost people
Lying forgotten in the lane
That leads behind the house.
And in the creek that flows nearby,
At the silvery bottom, under a rock,
Lies a key, thrown carelessly
By someone lost in the mists
Of myth-time, walking a grey horse
Into a place beyond our ken,
Every sigh falling down the rider’s lips
Turning into pebbles, as it hits
A glass-crusted ground,
Leaving a trail  behind
For anyone who might care to
Find him, and beg him
To return to the land of
Flesh and blood.

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