drawing by dsnake1, done with Sketchpad 4.0
is the house too big now, for myself?
i come home switches on the old tv
there's something on the tube but
i am not sure what it was all about.
the hall is all quiet now. where are
the murdered songs, the off-key crooning,
the hi-fi begging for a rest?
i see the dust motes in the evening light
settling on the unwashed mugs in the sink
i light a joss stick to you,
your name on the altar
the incense smoke curling
like a hesitant hand wave.
i pop a beer, we used to love it,
but now the taste is bitter.
i stare at the words on the label
the house is too big now,
even the shadows seem longer
and the tv mocks in static
but i still need some more space.
a moth flies in from the storm-
i watch it
still on the ceiling.
Between you & me, they should give
us less space.
from “Excuse the Strange Spacing” by Florencia Varela
This poem was inspired by the above lines from the Bibliomancy Oracle. It can work in heart-breaking ways.
Shared on Poetry Pantry #322 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2016