Ann T. Poet Free verse

A Bend In the Road

Whispers in the breeze, 

frozen stiff around a bend-

life came to an end.

If just there was enough,

if just.

 

The quiet still of the dead,

coagulated blood on your head...

You sped away to get away...

farther than you ever meant.

 

Now a little face dwells

      pensive

      confused.

Heavy chin resting on his fist,

weary eyes covered wet with woe. 

 

In the late October breeze

he tries to catch a whisper of his dad...

calling him to sleep,

for one last time again.

 

Life long they will pass your final act. 

A dent in the old oak tree,

where in a flash-

they lost everything. 

 

My heart it weeps.

              It could be you

 or me.

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Audrey Haick November 15, 2009 at 12:07 PM Well-written Verse-sad but thought provoking, Towne! ' It could be you or me' - so true. Peace and love, Audrey

Doris Culverhouse November 4, 2009 at 2:19 PM so sad, hope it is not true, keep sharing with the soup.

Ismael Nieves November 3, 2009 at 4:41 PM Wonderful piece you have written, Towne. Certianly it could be any of us. Keep on with the good work.

Carolyn Devonshire November 3, 2009 at 4:40 PM Although he didn't die in an accident, my Dad passed away earlier this year, A. Now I'm living in his house surrounded by his memories. It is always sad when the "final act" in the play of life ends. The dent in the old oak tree is like the hollowness I still feel in my heart when I remember Dad. My heart weeps, too. God bless you. Love, Carolyn