MUGS

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With rain still driving down from a pallid sky, all I can think of is another of my sadder poems……

MUGS

My love has died, my sneaky lover said.

He looked away and cowered at my tears,

And covered fleshy ears against my wails,

That filled a lonely house with bitterness.

The breakfast mugs still looked the same, still blue,

And tea half drunk felt warmish in my hand,

Then slopped a bit while I was running through

The convoluted ways that half love fails.

*

Some jerk once said that time will heal the wounds,

But jumbled clocks tick numbers in reverse,

And endless days have not blitzed out my pain.

The amber tea now sits and steams and stains,

Chipped plates still slot the dresser row on row,

The cat still blinks and stares and licks her paws,

The evening sunshine chinks a warning glow.

How brave it is to ever try again.

 

See, I told you it was sad! Now watch out for some lighter verse!

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About rhymebydesign

Mother, grandmother, mainstream poet and short story writer. Started off in life as a teacher, but then moved out of the classroom in to educational administration. Curious about what makes people tick, including my own tickings! I enjoy long walks, thought provoking books, theatre and leading a simple life. I offer a customised poetry writing service for any occasion you might like to mark. Contact me at rhymebydesign@hotmail.com for a quick quote.

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