A starry-night sadness,
drifts through my ears,
escaping in visions,
and flash-memories,
through my window.
A clock disintegrates,
working it's way down,
this out-reached branch,
we call consciousness.
Will it bounce on impact,
when it meets the floor's rug?
Will it splatter carefully;
silver over black, white, yellow,
and
red?
Will the broken-man's dreams,
drift down the sorrowful waters,
of Monet's liquid Palazzo da Mula?
The smile teases,
at the corners of the lips,
because life is fragile.
Andy Veilleux 
such a beautiful end ot this poem!!
“The smile teases,
at the corners of the lips,
because life is fragile.”
life really is fragile. memories fade, conciousness dulls, but life, it goes on. for others, if not us.
xx
it definitely is. Take care of yourself! 🙂
Tony and Lise are Very dear friends of mine and my husband Doug. For the next few days my facebook page will be clear of all subjects not them. With your permission, I would love to copy and paste your 2 remarkable poems to my page, of course with acknowledgment to you as the author.
Please let me know if this would be agreeable.
Many Thanks,
Linda
of course you may post my poem. Sincerely thank you. Lise was a lovely lady, and we will miss her greatly. (I’m Kyle Chapados’ roommate, by the way) I will be writing an article on my website about Lise in a couple of days. She deserves a lasting memorial.