Perceptions of my mother (poems)

by alice lynch
3rd March 2018

Under the Dim Lights of her Roof

 

Unassisted she rises

She eats toast and marmalade

Like she’s in solitary confinement

 

Under the dim lights of the roof

 

She sits alone

She eats lunch by herself

She sleeps on one side

 

She tells stories - to the wall

Unaccompanied -she watches her TV shows

She undresses - alone

 

Under the dim lights of her roof

 

Solo - she takes a seat near the window

She watches the neighbor's - move - alone

 

She’s a solitary wo-man

Full of deep thresholds of  alone -ness

 

Under the dim lights of her roof

 

 

 

The Climate of Doreen

 

The climate of Doreen soars when

Eileen praises the immaculate house

She live in…

 

The dog rises giving one bark

The morning light replaces the dark

 

The cock pecks and implores

Upon her door

 

When the climate is right - in front

of his nose -the tails of sardines -

 

he’ll adore

 

Aileen takes the heat - she has unsettled

The rose’s path

 

The first knock upon the door -she’ll ignore

but the knock that roars - unlocks her

 

Fear of a someone she would rather, ignore!

 

The sunlight piles in upon the garden

There - she’ll take up rightful ownership

As she soaks up the rays of gossip - as

 

If she were a growing teen

 

It’s too much sun when suddenly

The steps of a loner raises  

Her suspicions

 

But it’s only the

Ridge - of that collar that

 

She fears as he goes on and on

The climate of Doreen is

 

Always tuned in!

 

 

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