Sunday, October 29, 2017
THE STORY OF A FISHERMAN AND THE SILENCE AFTERWARD/The Sunday Whirl -- Sunday's Whirligig -- Poets United Poets Pantry
THE STORY OF A FISHERMAN AND THE SILENCE AFTERWARD
summers at the bay home on the third coast on the water a lifetime
grew up to be the man you were a fisherman
one with the fish met them for breakfast in their favorite spot
and later for tea you walked among them scratched their chin
never had to try it all came naturally knew how it worked
the catch was yours in the silence afterward walked the shore
with the carpenter hand in hand/a ritual the sky sunny and blue
in the sand among the pebbles and shells was a sigh
made of memories and wishes of lovely days gone bye
that was the whole of it nothing more to tell…
Note: The first two stanzas are made up of five lines. The last is one and one half.
I wanted the ending to come at an unexpected place, and that is the way of endings in life, sometime they come too soon, and come unexpectedly. Perhaps like children, we protest, we say, “But I am still playing, I am not through!” Still, the time has come, the game is over.
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
A Mask for Dia De Los Muertos
cautiously i approach the mirror what i see does not look like me i touch my fingers
to my face it doesn’t feel like me who is it…
or is it a mask who wears this mask and why
is it to hide my appearance for a costume ball all in fun
or is it to protect my identity to hide a deed misdone eyes shaded
hard to see the skin that or a gator alive in the swamp
the color bright green like tic toc croc the gator who swallowed the clock
on the shores of neverland in the adventures of peter pan in the dead of night
i scream in horror of what i have become or is it dia de los muertos
the day of the dead not scary at all but a day to honor the dead
i place your picture on the alter fruit and candies candles and all
you are what i will become i remember you will you remember me
October 24, 2017
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