Cezanne

LOVE ONCE AND AGAIN

There’s no more, is there.
It’s all gone.
The love that was meant
To last a lifetime
Has somehow trickled away.

There’s no help for it,
No healing.
Memory is hopeless,
Desire, useless,
Even though that beauty
You once saw,
You suddenly see again.

It’s too late.
You know it’s touch at fault,
That tingle on the skin
Is missing
And nothing can replace it.
Nothing fill that particular emptiness.

Best look to the sun, then.
Start all over again.
Because love tells us
With absolute certainty,
It’s not going to be dark
For ever.

         ©2020 Gwen Grant.

    CHANGING PLACES

The wise woman rises early,
Stepping into clean, fresh clothes,
Pulling on her lovely crease-free trousers,
Her unwrinkled Tee clinging neatly to her shoulders,
Her shoes so sparkling clean and pretty,
Even the flowers admire them. 

‘Bye!’ calls the wise woman,
As she goes singing on her way,
Everyone making room for her.

The tired woman rises far too late,
That extra five minutes somehow getting away from her.
And look! The clothes fairy hasn’t been!
So she wears crumpled Tee and wrinkled trousers.
Her shoes so dusty and dull
Even the flowers try to hide them. 

No ‘Bye!’ from this tired woman,
As she goes yawning on her way. 

But the wise woman makes room for her,
For tired tomorrow, wise today.  

                                                    © 2018 Gwen Grant