Sitcom Of Charming Laughs
© Surazeus
2025 03 05

Puttering around her house each afternoon
in plain white dress she wears to do housework,
Shemaiah carols absent-mindedly.
"This time next year I might almost be dead
so I swirl outward from my aching head
to give you treasure I hide in my heart."

Afternoon breeze flutters curtains of fate
that shift beams of sunlight on the cracked plate
where two oranges glow with eerie desire.
"I feel long road of time unspool my heart
through undulating thread from my star chart
that leaves me stranded on island of dread."

When her daughter arrives home from high school
she smiles and watches her climb shadowed stairs
then disappear through door of silent hope.
"My life is no sitcom of charming laughs,
except for journey of lonely giraffes
that gather in starlight around the pool."

The rumbling garbage truck that creaks and beeps
stops under the oak where the goldfinch cheeps,
and swallows sorrows she has thrown away.
"Sometimes I feel I am the only one
who asks the angels why nobody cares,
though I will always keep the Golden Rule."

The man who stalked her in college appears
from flickering shadow of long willow leaves,
and stands on the path halfway to her house.
"My happiness escapes cage of my heart
to fly toward Heaven on wings of desire
where I want to join the angelic choir."

Hefting the baseball bat in her right hand,
she slams open the door of confidence
and strides toward the man with the bitter gun.
"I have the right to live in liberty,
secure in safety of my private home,
so kill me and die in prison alone."

The gun turns out to be the camera
he stole from her apartment years before,
which he returns now with apology.
"These photos I took of the mountain lake
where I went hiking to find peace of God
reveal sad naivety of my youth."

Adjusting focus of the camera,
Shemaiah photos goldfinch in the oak
that flutters wings of carefree purity.
"This time next year I may not be alive,
so I passionately live this hour of faith,
capturing beauty of this world I love."

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Orpheus arrives home to find his wife Ophelia taking photos of birds and flowers in the garden of dead angels.

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