the greying sky denies me
the simplest solace of Sol’s
supremely blueing warmth
is it really so much to ask
that any task I perform now
be held relevant to another?
these hands lumberous lean
over keys that creak in aging
mechanical certainty
tap tap tapping, eyelids
snapping open, hideously
heavy with persistent weariness
but I still see truly you and
there is me clinging to hope
of happiness ever beside you
yet I am tired and so easily
broken now as I bending bow
to the spirit of worldly wonder
I don’t want to go, not yet,
but need quite simply to know
that even still, I do matter
George Ellington 
lovely, George. I really like how your rhymes came in unexpected places throughout the stanzas – very well executed!
and – you very much do matter.
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Thank you, my dear friend. For the ever present and supportive kindness. You’re a good man.
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Great piece, George. Love the flow in language and rhyme in this one,
I especially like this stanza –
“these hands lumberous lean
over keys that creak in aging
mechanical certainty”
Nicely written and expressed my friend!
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Cheers, Jay. Something was hounding me with this one. Something about age. And death. And the sounds of time and age and cracking, creaking. And not wanting to go. Obsessive thinking on my part, I think. I’m glad you liked it.
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Agreed with the above comments. A very beautiful poem. Also: “the simplest solace of Sol’s / supremely blueing warmth” – so so lovely.
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Thank you, dear. Always a pleasure to read your response. Means a lot to me.
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