wanderer rolls in half soliloquy

sick heart and eastern sky

death’s fair strokes to guide,

dull pain brings him alone

heart a charnel cave,

crushing cigarette in thumb twists

till nearly ground to nothing,

love once lit and believe

as it was then

snow now hated

broke about the house

fathers silver face tribute to strength

went from kitchen warmth to boathouse,

breast no longer sleeps

coronal shine through window,

gunshot one pause enough to vow

gunshot two now white marble will tell,

should i be penitent kneeling praying

wrestling with tears,

i saw his return crimson and gold

shotgun on shoulder,

mother has gone away he said

my laughing brow could not find a way,

i wished for nothing but hair golden

to weave light to the day

police came lights kaleidoscopic

around ceiling and stars

with my uncle i grew,

now back in this timbered and brick town

to see what remains

house now fallen into decay

this heart of man

was now my peace,

lay flowers in silence

remember my prayer

shadows have now moved underground

and will stay

3wordwednesday

 

 

 

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  1. Sheilagh Lee says:

    This just oozes the sadness.

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