Home » Poems » Mark Miller » In Sickness, In Health

In Sickness, In Health

By Mark Miller 11/08/2017 Play of conflict snare trauma Beat's drum-head hold drama Soulful histrionic perfection Behind rear view devotion Of hostel trap left hours and Stricken rabble memoirs band Vowing to love each other true Punching in at chaotic shape hue Disrobe a hate fueled romance In a strange loop ignorance Discovering our nothing invention Meeting in chimneys label ashen Starring below I send telegram To agency Ground Control Wonder why so many had to cry I guess they never got to say goodbye

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 7/5/2018 12:21:00 PM

Hello Mark Miller I agree they did not have the chance to say good-by. Have a nice day my friend.

Old Buck

Date: 3/15/2018 10:49:00 AM

Mark: This has a military tone to me. So often those folks ban together, loving each other like family but when its over so often the other family doesn't get to say Good-bye. :o( What ever "your" meaning, thanks for sharing this with all of us on the soup. oldbuck

Silent One

Date: 3/15/2018 9:01:00 AM

oh a sad poem Mark... always sad when we do not get to say goodbye.. I know from experience..