Sunday, September 25, 2016

September 25, 2016 Sunday's Whirligig #78/ The Sunday Whirl #267/ Poets United Poets Pantry/ The Silence After

The Silence After

in the silence after      i clutch the ashes to my chest       carry them with me everywhere

the date burned into my brain       hard to remember       my former life it is as if

it has been drawn with a pencil         erased                     drawn again

upon examination       the work is a mess                         yet it is my life

all lines lead to you     i submit for your examination      the great divide

between what was before/ wwb     and what is now/win              life goes on

even if we are no longer living       just alive until           we can live again



the summer night hot            the katydids                    sound their alarm

spreading the news                some even seem to scream         the land scorched

the drought drags               on hottest summer on record       long gone are the butterflies

flowers in the garden   gourds are drying in the fields   the girls draw lines on the sidewalk

play hop-scotch                   end of summer                each little piece

placed into a capsule           perhaps one day              it will be opened

all will be revealed              remembered                    make sense



until then                 you will remain in a secret place              we share old memories

could we have picked a better story       shoplifted from another       lived another life

probably not           this story was written long ago               even before we were born

we just play our parts             learn our lines                       appear on stage when called

September 25, 2016












s Wjor; #26

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