The Pause
A poem
Beige colored ribbons and satin dresses
hanging in the old cabinet.
Musk scented candles and silverware
lying on the unmade bed.
Half-written letters and brown envelopes
crumpled in the waste paper basket.
Achieving a new high every single day.
And then reducing into a mess.
Where did I lose myself?
Fountain pens and metal nibs
and calligraphy practice sheets.
Spencerian or Copperplate,
Which one will look neat?
Leather-bound books of
Shakespeare and John Keats.
Postponing reading for another day.
Then, getting bored of everything else.
Where did I lose myself?
Watching old movies while looking
at Victorian dresses.
Making excuses to avoid combing
my long brown tresses.
Reading the biographies
of 70’s actresses.
Getting lost in a new labyrinth every day.
Finding no cure from thoughtlessness.
Where did I lose myself?
