Aloof And Forgotten Poem by Deva De Silva

A blue carbon pen,
Confined in an oak box,
Consoled itself

A CD of Steward Little,
Dangling on a cliff edge,
Poised on its case

A maroon crayon stick,
abandoned beside
A sketch of a car it created.

A yellow stout mug,
Parched coffee staining its rim,
Perched on window sill.

Yesterday's Toronto Star,
Leering at me yelled,
'Read me- now at least! '.

A red covered novel,
Its pages ripped off,
Stared sullenly upwards.

Aloof and forgotten,
Calling for attention,
They summon me mute.