The Day Came
Salty pearls mingle
Cold rains spring tears from heaven
Tic tock, once again
Flowers fail and life begins
Lost in Reflection
Patterns in breezes
Winds stroke fields while killing time
This trio are my attempt to meet the Carpe Diem challenge to write about Death. Sorry, I couldn’t avoid a little depression in this set, but I think I balanced it out.
My first poem is quite personal. When I was ten, my grandfather passed away, though I didn’t really have any type of emotional outburst. I clearly remember Dad asking if I’d cry when he died. I told him that I would, though at the time, I didn’t think I’d be able to. To my dismay, I lost my Dad this spring. It was a rainy day and salty pearls definitely mixed with the spring rains. This poem, among others, is for Dad.
Beauty’s Promise holds hope that in death, there is life and things that emerge from it.
Finally, lost in reflection plays with killing time, which I’m apt to do. I don’t get to do that nearly enough, just watching nature and what it does. It really can be mesmerizing.
- Death (axelchom.wordpress.com)