Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The Nun Who Escaped In A Fish Barrel

The vessel is weaker
than it used to be--
the page thinner,
the lover gone.

The light is lower
than in summer--
but the angle sweeter
for its brevity.

Cats care nothing
for pointless industry--
and yet they
meet every gaze.

In stillness, in silence,
in age this fire--
consumes me and shames
youth, that boastful pretender.
________

 
 

6 comments:

Sherry Marr said...

First, your titles alone are worth taking the time to savor.........I like "the light is lower.....but the angle sweeter......." and the cats meeting every gaze.

Sioux Roslawski said...

In just 16 lines, Shay, you created a ball of wistfulness and poignancy and I'm-not-sure-what-else.

Wow.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is beautifully eloquent, Shay! Especially like; "In stillness, in silence, in age this fire-- consumes me and shames youth, that boastful pretender."

hedgewitch said...

This beautiful Shay--sparse and elegant, austere almost, yet so full...thanks for easing my heart with your words.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Youth can be such a silly things...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Those first 4 lines sum it all up, so very well. What comes next, friend, once all has been consumed?