Twilight
![moon over field](https://www.mockingowlroost.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/Twilight-Poetry-Blog-480x480.png)
Image created onCanva
Round, H-scored, off-white auras
saw my days bypass life.
Its anger, pain, sadness, loss.
Halcion-numbed brain cushioned
my existence, rendering it tolerable,
but foggy and forgotten.
Life is a libation pouring down chasms
opening before it, into a geriatric underworld
of degeneration, disability, decrepitude.
Those Halcyon days were my best years.
Now, I struggle through twilight gloom
waiting…
Looking for more to read? Check these out from the MockingOwl contributors and authors.
![](https://www.mockingowlroost.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/06/Susan-Carberry-150x150.png)
Susan Carberry
Susan was born and lives in NW London. For thirty years her inspiration is an eclectic mix of social commentary, the natural world, the human condition, humour and a deep faith in God. She spends her time between Roundwood Lodge and Rubio Café, having breakfast at Roundwood, and in the afternoon arriving at Rubio for a latte and a ‘to die for’ slice of carrot cake. She is a familiar figure in her neighbourhood, speeding along in her mobility scooter. When asked how she is, her response is always: I’m still alive. Yes, Susan’s still alive!
For more, check out Susan reading her poetry.
3 Comments
[…] Twilight – Poetry […]
[…] Twilight […]
[…] Twilight […]