The Last Living Place
In this house of many rooms
everyone has become white-haired.
Jigsaws offer the chance to make sense
of the pieces life has broken up.
There is no peace here – they rage
against that as against death:
to stir up trouble is to be alive.
TVs chatter their nonsense all day.
Doctor’s appointments and medications
dominate diaries and calendars.
From the house of many rooms
the only release comes with closing
eyes for the last time, with cessation.
One response to “Third day of challenge”
Hi, Angela. It’s exciting to learn of another poetry and drama fan. I look forward to following your blog throughout April. And I invite you to discover my work at http://www.gregoconnell.com. – Greg =)