crazy old woman…

crazy old woman001

stumbles on broken sidewalk
heart pacer kicks in
unable to rise
moment of hope
sees young family
they stare away
walk around her
on the street
good parents
teaching child
not
to speak
to
strangers
bruised
struggles to find
her new iphone
tells husband
morning walk
has gone
awry

 

 

hole in the wall…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

his window
was bricked up
so slowly
over the years
he had
barely noticed
the change
but
came
to understand
that
his crushed memories
had been used
as mortar
along
with his tears
to seal him in
but
it was
an unprofessional job
he could see
holes
where
the light
of yesterday
could peer in
at today
those
on the outside
said
those were
his
lucid moments
but
he
thought of them
as
moments
of pain
when
what
he was
was
visible to all
an old man
dying alone
in
the darkness
of day


 

an abandoned building…

copyright cwmartin 2011

the old man
sat quietly
in the corner
of the room
listening to
young interns
discuss him
his structural integrity
and
points of interest
like tourists
walking through
a busy market place
assuming the locals
don’t understand english
his divine design
reduced to ipad notes
quick snapshots
of a sacred edifice
thought to be deserted
without power or light
but inside
great books
are read aloud
and memories
dance to familiar tunes
which on occasion
slip out the entry way
perceived as senility
not music
or
a lullaby
once sung
to his first child

on queue…

eyes glazed
no tears
can break free
of the pain within
coursing its way
from the heart
into every pore
and fiber
that time
has given
and now
takes away
with such
agility
that one
would suppose
that life had just begun
not reached its end
winding down
like a broken toy
cast aside
long ago
on society’s
side streets
of existence
forced to wait
in line
for eternal
peace