Soft, now.
Living company,
be still.
Let us press
as flat as shadows;
Let us take no space.
Let us be dim and muted,
dumb as tombs.
No space, no light, no sound.
For we will not engage
another atom of this breathing world
till we have said farewell.
Quiet,
living company,
be still.
nice one...
ReplyDeletePoets bring many gifts to the human bazaar. One, which you've given us before, is the proof that honest poetry has the power to help us look on tragedy with empathy and not turn away out of fear of seeing too clearly.
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I am glad you are feeling well enough to write and to share yourself with us. Love, Aunt Judy
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Thank you for the kind comments!
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