Return of my Muse???

Lipstick on the glass.©

For ever and more,
I thought she shared
my life!
Her smiles were for me, and
her love ran in the veins
of my body.

That she would leave me,
I never imagined. She was
the breath within my chest
the heat of love, in the
excursions of my lungs!

One day, she left me. Holding
the wine glass in her fingers
she looked at me and said

Now I look at this empty glass,
impression of her lips at the rim
blood red, and inviting.

This, this alone keeps me company
through the decades of my silences.


{{UIC.. in Eunice’s office while she had her appointment with a colleague for a checkup. April 2017.}}


About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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16 Responses to Return of my Muse???

  1. lovely, yet speaks to the heart as always. Your imagery is always amazing to me Love and hugs.

  2. slmret says:

    This is beautiful, Zakiah — so glad your muse is returning!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Janet. Yes, hopefully I will be doing more of that. But I just don’t know how my day gets so short, every single day. I have to go so fast to be able to do all the things. It seems I plan from hour to hour as to what I should finish in what time and then hurry on to the next hour! So silly, no?

  3. Oh, yeah! I’d say your muse HAS returned, SweetZ! And is rested up (from a tropical vacation) and is raring to write! 😉
    I love this poem. It is powerful and poignant.
    I think we can all relate to your words…and it’s interesting how so many of us have held that one in our hearts, long after they were gone.
    Just curious…Do you find your poems are “birthed” fairly quickly or do they require much labor?
    I find my best ones seem to burst forth quickly. But, there have been some I’ve labored over.
    HUGS!!! 🙂

    • Zakiah says:

      Oh, I do not spend too much time laboring over my poetry or prose. one word, or one sentence, gets the wheels rolling Carolyn. I am just too busy in my life to sit and mull over what and how I should write. This particular poem I wrote in Eunice’s office while I waited for her to get finished with the appointment that she had. I don’t remember if I heard the words, leaving lipstick mark on a wine glass over the radio or in the elevator. I grabbed that word and built on it. 😉
      Have a wonderful Mothers Day dear friend. ❤ ❤ ❤

  4. Your muse stll was with you Zakiah but she was become a painter, a talented painter . BTW I notice this is a small patch of red on a glass who inspired this lovely poem .
    Love ❤
    NB: I replied to your kind comment on my site

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you for your kind comment Michel. I just heard someone say either on the radio or in the elevator, about leaving lipstick marks on the glass. I went from there and composed this one.
      I hope things have returned to normal at your home front, and the police is able to shed some light on who the burglars were. Blessings to you and Janine.

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