Empty Cage

House Abandoned
Whisper silent greetings, imparting tongue-tied milieu
Each day does link together in hopes the words come true
Good mornings and good nights often faceless on a stage
Ricochet such empty words inside an empty cage

Perception deviates sometimes, clouds the naked eye
Sounds discerned unfailing ear, gleans through a true white lie
Echoes voicing garble lack immediate candor
Locked inside with prison garb, fresh suit for each captor

Roulette’s a game of chance, red, black or odd and even
Wheel does spin by Croupier’s hand, ball may toss uneven
Each step away from loved one’s no longer within view
Would you chance a silent voice, imparting “I love you”

Reconciling onus of true love within your heart
State yourself inside your gates, before you do depart
Strolling out into your day make greetings count for more
To grieve that empty home, may ease pain forevermore.

20 thoughts on “Empty Cage

  1. Morning, Sir.
    Every time I read one of your schemes, I think to myself (well, ’cause no one else wants to listen to me at 5 am) how does Alan rhyme on a regular basis. It really is quite amazing to me. The timing here, the extensive word discoveries – I continually try to improve my limited vocabulary. I’m finding, reading your works daily is helping my grey matter wrinkle (the wrinkles a woman should welcome, men too for that matter ;)).
    This piece while setting an ominous stage, is quite beautiful in its loneliness. I do detect glimmers of faith and hope, too.
    Happy Tuesday to you.
    am:)

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    1. Good morning young lady,
      I thoroughly enjoy reading your poems and can admit to adoring your comments equally as much as they are quite poetic as well :o)
      Yes, so often we say hello, goodbye, good morning, and other greetings or comments that deserve much more than a nonchalant shrug. How many of us depart our homes with little or no kind words for our loved ones, or worse, after an argument. Disaster can strike at any time and if this would be that day, imagine all the regret for not saying, I love you, take care and leave them with warm words instead of a poor selection of negative or meaningless words that may return to haunt them if that special somebody does not return home for reasons beyond human control. Thus a home turns to an empty cage with so much regret. At least if a person said, I love you dear one, the pain, although cutting through the heart, may reduce the pain,if only slightly, to last to their end.
      There is a poem I wrote and posted called, “Glass of Water”. It is based on a true story of a family my mother knew but I did not. It has a similar theme with a slight twist. The man heard his wife call out for a glass of water through the night and he ignored her simple request. The rest is in the poem if you wish to read it. I won’t spoil the ending for you!
      Thank you for such wonderful comments AnnMarie. They always add icing onto the cake in a brilliant way :o)

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      1. Hello, Sir Alan.
        Well true to my word mostly, I didn’t allow my fingers to sneak over to Mac after am or before pm. My fingers had to grip a pencil and get art done. Sometimes, those little digits (well, not that little in my case) misbehave and then wouldn’t you know the rest of me follows along. What a weak constitution…
        Your poem this morning was entrancing and I thank you for deepening my understanding of its sublime purpose. I will most definitely read, Glass of Water. It better not scare me before bedtime though, I already scream in my sleep. :)
        You enjoy your evening with beautiful Stephanie. :)
        am:)

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      2. No Mac attacks I see. Probably better. If Glass of Water impacted you then Resting Spurs might affect you as a mother. It was written based on a story about a young boy he and his wife knew who was killed in motor vehicle accident. The fellow I handed the poem to cried for several hours. Back to your work young lady! Thank you for everything! Have a great day! :o)

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      3. You’re killin’ me early, Sir Alan. I will read when I return from subbing. I must sub a 4th grade class today and I need my wits about me – I will be surrounded by crying – darn little kiddies ;)
        Have a terrific day for me;)
        am:)

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      4. Just to let you know, My day is going great, thanks. We will be surrounded by kids tonight, well, actually only two, but they are super kids. Our Scottish friend is bring her two children over for diner and they are about 10 & 13. Not pushing you to read more but I wrote the poem “To Scotland with Love” as though our lovely friend was talking to her mother and father who remain in Scotland. The father has been sick and she is very close to her folks and brother.
        I hope that all went well with the children today and the other teachers were able to cut you free of the ropes at the end of the class. Something tells me you love working with kids :o)

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      5. Hope you are enjoying your special evening. I like super kids. Hey, the giant husband is 1/4 Scottish!
        Yes, Sir Alan all went well. Thank you for asking. I had a sneaking suspicion the entire day that my class was in a Grimm’s fairytale. The classroom was a giant oven and cannibalistic witches were just waiting for us all to pass out before they could stick apples in our mouths and rub spices into our backs…hot in that room, man….!!!
        am:)
        I only like working with super kids ;)

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      6. Good to hear. At first I thought you said supper kids but then read super kids. I guess I got them both right based on the spices they were serving up.
        One time my middle son asked why adults don’t tell kids adult jokes. As I was explaining, his friends mother called and asked if they could have my son for lunch. I repeated this over several times and of course knew he would want to go to his friends house. When I got off the phone he let me know he did not want to go. I was shocked (he was about 7) and apologized for not checking with him. He sat through the phone call. I asked him why. His response was, “I can just see when I get there, they’ll probably put me in the middle of the table and stick an apple in my mouth”. The two of us almost died laughing. :o)

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      7. I’m serving this stuff to you on a platter and you’re enjoying dishing it out way too much ;)
        That’s too funny with your poor son. Gosh, that’s the best part about kids though, isn’t it! My son, Max once thought, Bloody Mary killed his friend. She’d been telling Max about Bloody Mary then proceeded to be absent for a week. Poor Max was beside himself. A week later, he came home from school and said his friend had returned. Bloody Mary didn’t get her but a “science” infection did :)

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    1. Thank you so much Millie. Too often we leave the house without kind words or no words at all. Such a devastating shell to return back to if harm comes into a loved ones way. The only peace at that time is knowing the last words to be loving words that will heal with time better than knowing the wrong ones were said, or ignored!

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      1. I think this is a situation that more than a few people may find themselves in. I’m not sure that too many people having angry words before parting would consider the ‘what if something happens to him/her before I get home’? Perhaps I’m wrong. I agree that knowing our last words to have been loving ones would bring a degree of comfort. Well, that was a bit longer than I’d intended. :)

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      2. Many people love the one they may argue with and given they are the ones who take just a tad bit more from a loved one, there are times when either harsh words or no words are made and there it no longer that opportunity to recover. Unfortunately, I have seen that happen to others. It really hurts. I agree full heartedly about the degree of comfort you talk about. Thank you Millie! :o)

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  2. Well somehow, after all of your replies on my poetry and our replies back and forth, I realized I’ve not seen your work. Chalk it up to a senior moment, happens even in rejuvenatement. Your ability to rhyme and not have it sound “forced” is amazing. I’ve tried to rhyme in my writing and it comes out sounding like I’m writing for 4 year olds. I do believe that rhyming poetry is much much more difficult to write than free verse.
    This poem, in addition to the rhyming that I for one, did not notice until the second reading, I was so engrossed in the meaning and sense and feeling the poem. That’s what I mean about they rhyming just “disappearing” and not being forced. The poem and your comments to AnnMarie are so very true…and you’ve caught that messaging here. I will read the other poem you mention about the glass of water. The message here rings incredibly true for me…..October 14, 2013, a day I shall never forget….but the late evening of October 15 that same year is one I will remember forever….I almost lost my spouse of 45 years….as I say at least once every day to someone, if not just within our home, “Thankful for every day”. So so important to let people know how we feel. “Ricochet such empty words inside an empty cage” — I especially like this line — can feel and hear it at the same time.
    Wonderful to meet you here in your world!
    lillian

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    1. Spelling must not be set on your word processor Lillian. I suspect you likely meant to say a “Chauk it up to la Senora momento while I have a jalapeno during my rejuvenatemento”. :o)
      Welcome, and thank you so much for popping in Lillian. If you say nice things like above you are always welcome to return.
      So happy to hear that your husband remains by your side which is where a good relationship secures positions of such high esteem. I am sure that he feels equally lucky to still have you for such a wonderful partner in life! Thanks for sharing such wonderful and heartwarming thoughts Lillian! Come back again when you wish to poke around!

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