Silent armchair
No warning given
Tired and confused
Slept the weekend through
Long hours to remember
Somethings that should be forgotten.
—
Living for Sunday
Whispered hopeful prayers
In a poem set to music
Every last moment
Is shepherded through the door
A swift transition into peace.
—
In a wooden box
Soundlessness
As trees shed their leaves
And the wind burns out,
all that remains
are fading ribbons on faded wreaths.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
Puzzlement and sadness pervade your poem, Alan. Even though some things might need to be forgotten, I hope that we leave more behind than faded ribbons on faded wreaths.
This gives me a very bleak picture of this person’s time in life, Alan. How very sad that it has all come to this. I do know that for some people that is how it ends up. With silence. With memories. All fading away. A powerful write, Alan.
long hours to remember things that should have been forgotten….i like your approach in these alan, like little glimpses in….its not all pretty but….
A beautiful soothing poem just so mesmerising………..
Each of these so poignant…….the long hours remembering…..the whispered hopeful prayers (that one really gets to me, I remember my Grandma living for Sunday – right after breakfast, she would put on her hat and arrange her cane and coat on the bed, and wait all day for four o’clock. Sigh)…….and, finally, the soundlessness of that wooden box really brings me up short. Three wonderful ones!
Wow Alan. This hits hard I think. I better remember I want to go out kicking!
I want to go gentle into the night, with all of my faculties (of course it’s not under our control, is it?)
The image of the silent armchair is eerie and evocative – the empty chair, so symbolic of a passing. A haunting piece, Alan.
fading ribbons on faded wreaths…so true, Very nice poem
Alan, such sadness and emptiness. And that ending is amazing, perfectly captured the scene and sentiment. Beautiful poem
We are constantly reminded of the ephemeral nature fo our life, and nothing does so so powerfully as the loss of someone near and dear to us. The empty spaces in our lives generated by their loss drives home a powerful message – like the one in your poem. Wonderful write.
Oh, how this grabbed my heart.