Crevices, so deep, so furrowed,
consumed her entire face
Heavy, sagging creases,
curtained liquidy eyes,
which spoke a plurality of tales
A history anthology, now
deemed her private collection
Her eyes held secrets,
truths, heart wrenching sadness
Eyes which once sparkled with youth,
had laid to rest all those she loved,
outliving them, out-loving them,
in memories; some quite lucid,
some cloudy, milky concepts
Sitting by the window,
watching children playing,
she waits for death to come
She longs to be swaddled
in it’s warm darkness, longing
for the caress of it to bring
her sweet release
Envied for her long life;
having seen the world
transform in rapid successions
Life was indefatigable in it’s
hunger for progress and change
Her comfort would have been
satisfied, had there been continuity
Her bones cry out in exhaustion,
groaning like old floorboards
settling into the marshy earth
So she sits, flesh on bone,
skin hanging like the folds on
an accordion or a Japanese fan;
Children play beyond her window..
Oh come sweet caress,
come.
© Brenda-Lee Ranta
Excerpt from the book “Myriad of Perceptions”
$13.95 Plus Shipping ~ Available at CTU Publishing Group and Amazon.com
About the Author
Brenda-Lee Ranta resides in a small mining town, in Timmins, Ontario, Canada. She has been employed with her local Police Service for 19 years. She shares her journey with her life partner, who is a musician, poet and lyricist; their rescue dog, Jake and rascal cat Fritz. She is the mother of three children, two step-children and three grandchildren. They are her greatest pride and joy.
Always moved by poetry and prose, she has been most inspired by the works of Leonard Cohen, an amazing Canadian word-smith. This is her first book containing a cross section of her works.
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