eclipse Posted November 23, 2016 Share Posted November 23, 2016 Dreaming, composing a eulogy whenwinter walked across my eyelids, thebreeze pressed it's wrist passing onthe last breath of my lost friend thisbench is dedicated too. Hanging onthe fence an umbrella collecting rain,winds collecting echoes of the finalheartbeats of those departing. Winteris testing the trees for blood, me fora eulogy, park has a rusting leafy hood,I cannot read or write but that night Iadded two watchtowers to a castle madefrom snow created by children, then Ietched your name. In life we wereconfined subtly within boundaries butwatched each other running, dodgingthe quiver of hearts as crises marched.Now an absence like the robin without windwho pressed his frantic breast against thewindow you watch from. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted November 29, 2016 Share Posted November 29, 2016 A powerful piece showcasing your unique gifts, Barry. Have you considered passing poems like this one through the Workshop section? I think folks would feel more free to offer suggestions there. This poem would benefit from a round of crafting or two. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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