Poems

Poems from Betty Bhownath

LIFE

Life

A life bled dry of all colour
Except for a growing grayness
Dulls my days, dampens my spirit,
Etches a frown on my forehead,
Makes frail my heavy heart.
Tedium, in itself, is tiresome
But a life bereft of colour
Stamps out optimism,
Kills enthusiasm

TIME TRAVELLERS

Time Traveller

I’m boxed in, bound and gagged,
Frail-hazy images fly past
Flung briefly into memory,
Splintering….
Then, dissipating into blackness-
Save for quiet breathing,
I stand frozen, blind staring
Into the pock-marked face
Of a stranger.
Cold fingers touching mine,
Intimate…….indifferent –
Motionless….MTR mates.

Poet, Artist, Writer, Educator Betty Bhownath