“things will be so much better then”
proclaimed the dying sage
her declaration sure and certain
\how strong the words\
belying the papery thinness
of her withering husk.
her whispers rattled as I
read them, steadying my shaky
heart, rapt across the miles.
i swiped backhanded at doubts
\dripping wayward tears\
mortified at my wet-noodled spine
she is tranquil in contemplation
of her death (permanent)
while i am moldering
\rank and stagnant\
in the aftermath of mine
(though my death was the temporary kind)
on that steel stool
in my concrete cage
better was beyond the ken
a theoretical construct
\like relativity or the Big Bang\
which i believe exists on an astral plane
other than where i reside, somewhere
- out there
(though let me tell you about a Big ass Bang!)
yet she averred to me
\hope and constancy\
this woman wise and warm
from the glowing embers
of her fading days
- tattooing better
upon my flagging spirit
so i tucked her prophecy
\folded and tattered\
between my fraying ventricles
staining it with each bloodied beat
as i crawled from then
- forward
now i catch a glimpse of better
\from time to time\
guttering in the distance
a candle buffeted
- and burning still
Oh My!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
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One of your very best – and that is saying a lot!
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Thank you so much
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This is so personal, so strong, a powerful poem.
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