Tin Foil Hearts
By Susan Ashley
On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.
Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos prowling, pity’s wild and roaming;
Reminisce wind-blown is tumbleweed drear,
Bathos like bramble bur clings in gloaming.
Tin foil hearts’ echo sad droning down-beat,
Rose petal ballet two rust figurines;
Today’s gray sleet does douse yesteryears’ heat,
Apathy’s ennui directing the scenes…
Love once aflare in fanfare marigold,
Lies now a wizened weed, dried and stone cold.