FADING TO NAUGHT

FADING TO NAUGHT

Happy feelings
Are like grains of sand
Slipping away
Through every hour hand…

No matter how tight
One may grasp
Or how emotionally
Molded
They be
Them feelings once a little dry
Break and fall away
Easily…

Happy feelings
Like paper boats
They are
On a fast moving stream
But slowly getting soaked
And drowning!

A happy feel
Like a house of cards,
It is.
Like a tailor’s unskilled stitch
Easily coming apart
At the seam…

As though a hot air balloon
A  happy feeling will soar,
But when caught in a wayward wind
Lose it will
Its directed vigor…

Happy feelings are
Like sketches
From the paint brush
Of an artist
Who at the end
Abandons color schemes!

Yes, happy feelings are
All these things
But they are more…

They are the waves
At low tide
On a seashore…
A fleeting memory

Of how one often
Dreams one’s life is to be…

Happy feelings
Are frowns that
Once were upside
Down…

Happy feelings
They are drifters
And when they go
One is left with none…

Happy feelings
Like autumn leaves
They are beautiful but
Quietly and quickly
Fading to naught…!

                                                                    FREDERIKA MENEZES

miss Rhyme's Wish

MISS RHYME’S WISH

Young Miss Rhyme
Scribbled a line
About the sand and the sea
Wished she
A poem to write…

But every time
She put pen to paper
She paused,
The chore, she found very hard!

Perhaps it was because
To the seashore
She had not been
For many a long years of
Her living…

Of course, she saw beaches and waves
But from a great distance
In movie scenes
Far removed…

“How I would love
To go to the a seashore,
Hear and see the waves
And feel the sand between my toes…”

Miss Rhyme mumbled this say
To some stranger friends one day!

And she continued to try to
Scrawl
But no verse came from her pen
The page remained blank…

Young Rhyme
Ignored her heavy heart
As it longed for the shores
That would ignite
That inspirational spark…

She went on with her
Other writings!

Her spoken say
Went not unheeded
And her stranger friends
A surprise, planned for her…

One bright afternoon
They bid her come
To a place where
The seashore awaited
To inspire!

Off she went
And once there
The now no longer strangers but friends
Took young Rhyme
By the water’s edge
And there she sat with
Feet in the sand
Awaiting the waves…

The sea sent out ripples to greet her
Her toes they kissed
As she giggled and they receded…

After a time
Disappointment settled
In the poetic heart of Rhyme
“Come waves and hug me
Here I am
Waiting…”

She spoke quietly to the sea!

A roll and a splash
Young Rhyme laughed as she got wetOnce, twice, thrice

The waves struck
And while her friends watched
Young Rhyme knew
Nothing but love and joy
Of an inspired spark
Thanks to the sand, the sea
And her new good friends
Who surrounded her
On the beach!

                                                             FREDERIKA MENEZES;