Whispered On the Wind

These days are short, as I begin 
to walk—my daily custom now—
toward the place where, after 
treatment, you lie resting. 
I dream each day of when
I'll come and take you home. 

But then I hear my name,
whispered on the wind, and
words besides that simply say, 
"Sundial. Five o'clock today. 
A message waits for you."
And with this, the wind falls silent. 

On langourous summer days we'd often
wander in the park until we came to 
where that sentinel of silence stood and
watched, as minutes drifted by, 
implacably, the gnomon's shadow gliding—
one polished marble marker to the next. 

Well into season now, the 
autumn air has chilled my face. 
And westward, the ruddy sun's 
disk settles, its destiny fulfilled. 
I look down toward the dial just
as the shadow grows indistinct.  

The mark etched there means
that five o'clock has just passed. 
I pause awhile but then turn back 
to where l had just come, for 
in the silence there that deafens,
I know that you are gone.

Dedicated to those who have lost a loved one to the Covirus and disdain for those who don't seem to care; their number is legion.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020



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Date: 3/19/2022 2:58:00 PM
A heartfelt write Mark All must die so Many are affected Such bitterness and Sweetness is humanity's perrenial lot.I also See a great deal of care from those you at the Time of writing assign distain to.' I have been Through the whole gamut of watching the early Demonization of suspected covid infected Victims 'by main media sources' as the hype Was being orchestrated March 2022 I watched not knowing I had pulled through it 6 months earlier!
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Date: 3/19/2022 3:05:00 PM
I have since seen various frail Elderly people I had interacted With whilst the virus would have been infectious (they are All still alive) people shared for a house with me whilst I was Most I'll no masks/gloves they Never got it.' Using the same Utensils bathroom etc so the Highly contagious label is Wrong.' There is a lot of misinformation out there just Like they say on TV.. ' is my conclusion now.)
Date: 4/21/2021 12:16:00 PM
This is a beautiful tribute to those who are suffering loss Mark. Covid has certainly changed our lives. I lost my husband July 2020 but not to Covid. Cigarettes were the cause of his death leaving him with COPD and emphysema and heart problems.He quit smoking seven years before he died. Blessings xxoo
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Mark Peterson
Date: 5/27/2021 7:18:00 PM
Thank you, Connie. My world would be so much colder and darker without you. Sorry to be late in replying. I'm in the hospital and using some of the endless idle hours to respond to comments. Take care
Date: 4/2/2021 2:19:00 AM
Amazing creation!
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Mark Peterson
Date: 5/27/2021 7:20:00 PM
Thanks a lot, NP. Very meaningful to me.
Date: 2/19/2021 1:06:00 AM
A moving awesome empathetic poem, great imagery and feelings that all who have lost someone to the covid virus. Your muse is brilliantly presented. Kudos!! .......... - - - - - - _____ _ _ Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.
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Mark Peterson
Date: 3/5/2021 10:20:00 AM
SZK, I appreciate your comment so very much. Your words always come from the heart, and their sincerity touches me deeply.
Date: 1/24/2021 12:07:00 PM
I share the disdain you spoke of for those who do not seem to care about others and how serious Covid-19 really is... I truly hope that our country can come to it's senses so we can get things under control once more... I like how you've expressed your feelings here in both words and images. Very powerful! Keep up the great writing Mark!
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Mark Peterson
Date: 3/5/2021 10:31:00 AM
Your comments are poetry in and of themselves. They help to soften my days and smoothe its hard and jagged edges. And wasn't it just your birthday? Save me some cake!
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