Unlike an opera Diva,
a writer hides his age
Scores to bear eternal youth,
a Contralto dies on stage
Ink reclaims the Land of Oz,
Dorothy to know
Toto barks—old lyrics march,
Peter Pan aglow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Lying There Alone
Death arrives late,
but the dying begins early
You sense it in your motion,
—feel it in your bones
Life becomes compressed,
before ending abruptly
Memory all that’s left,
—you lying there alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
The Future Nondescript
Like a hard drive out of memory,
Alzheimer’s attacks
The downloads that you stored before,
still there and looking back
All recent entries in the trash,
a reboot not the fix
The present distant—past so close,
and future nondescript
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
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Love that piece. What is age within us? Outside it's there to see. - Inside is another story sir.
Thanks so much!
Kurt
Wrote this awhile back and it's one of my favorites (since you're embers)
Dying Embers
The flames rose
as history burned,
—and memory settled into ash
The smoke carrying away
all reasons why,
—dying embers of the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Nice one! My embers are still burning and memory (though fading) wickedly alive my friend.
Your verse there evokes in me the wish that as history burned away so would its repercussions dissolve and not lead to further events, only to become flames of history repeating itself, as we see all so often in newsreel.
I love these, they really got me thinking.
Thanks, Caroline; that's very kind of you.
Kurt
Great lines.
Thanks, A.
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