Catching Silver
When death, like silence
Creeps into or sleepy lives
We feel the moorings untie
The threads that tangle our lives
We feel the currents of emotion upend our hearts
Images of both good and bad rage like storms in our souls
We are blown and buffeted in the currents
We flounder in emotional waves
Till that last thread of reality snaps
We are blown in the wrath
Of emotions, memories blurred imagery
That death opens holes in our small little souls
We search for reasons and meaning to why and what for…
We see the sliver flare n flicker in each fuzzy moment
We do our best to remember and attest
To the moments lost in time
We fight to hold the sliver outlines, as they fade fast
We collect them together
To patch that ever growing hole in our waning souls
To cover the loss n shore up our failing memories
We fill it with emotions and imagery
Of our time spent with the ones we love
As a little death takes them from our silent lives
The ones we love, the ones we idolize
We feel the unmooring of all that binds
Like boats casts into the tempest, watching for the lighthouse; sweep
Our life comes undone as we flounder
In the wrath of the storm
A storm of memories and feelings of our lives
Images of our loved ones lost to the grave
We hold on to those memories, feelings, and imagery
Catching all that silver outlines as memories fade
And fill the voids in our lost lives
The feelings aglow in the ruins of time
As we can only watch our histories fade
Catching only the silver outlines that remain
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2023
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