A Sad Awakening.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

....the cat
her footsteps
unnoticed

woman's feet tapping
cascading waters
the coffee machine

still wearing translucent nightgown
cool still cold in the house
warming
the hearth is off

the piano sounds
gently passionately
from the wooden cabinet

the dewy feelings
still misty
smoggy
added
to emerging dawn
and the rising sun
fine golden rays
even in the heart
it is still dark

adding to the coffee
nonviolent sugar
even quieter milk

a blank canvas
non waiting

a blank canvas sans couleurs
blobs of paint sans penseurs
art pour l'art

the sense of earthly pain
the cat had gone
eternally
yet remained
in my heart
in my being

the words continue
fight with each other
fortunately no people
involved....

cool breeze, early sunshine
hear the birds chirping
the break of day

oh the sonnet in the cabinet
a golden thread reflection
revivals all along my dreamy body.

rhythmic
the coffee droplets still
the last vision going out
of an enclosure

open book
are you for me
now closed
this book has no refrains
never come back again
learned from own experience
day by day
got smarter
please, don´t torture

charmingly let you out
through the backdoor

oh, the cat
her footsteps
unnoticed

from my window
another vision goes out
in vain
the sun takes its place again
substitute
last glimpse
transparent nightgown
in solitude
through streamland
cascading waters

now become warmer
see the dawn
embracing embodiment
of the self

the cat
she deceased
a morn
of mournings


In Sad Remembrance
Panter never returned, she had gone to The Eternal Hunting Fields
AD. Friday the 4th of October 2013
earliest dawn