R. H. White Poet Blank verse

White Sands and Temporary Oblivion

White Sand and Temporary Oblivion

For an aching moment
I faced dazzling
Gypsum and glass as splinters
Of sunlight pierced the air
Bouncing bright off the landscape at
Alamogordo ---fat Cottonwoods and
	not a tree in sight not
Here, the sight of the unholy Trinity 
	test
Blessed and blast
A fitting slant rhyme for our
	slanted 
times
	askew at
1700 Silica Avenue in a decidedly
	different Manhattan where no
Dandy boulevardier would dare strut.

Castle Bravo likewise
No place to dwell as we
Did our best
	to incinerate the century
Trolling for a toll in the ashes of the atoll.
No sufficient payment was made.

But all that brightness
	those purblind moments flirting
With nothingness all
	retreated
Like genie to bottle 
Heard whispering,
"I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds..."

Certain whispers linger
Portending brighter, more permanent
Non-being; so be it.

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Darlene De Beaulieu July 29, 2019 at 7:09 PM A well written poem. Darlene De Beaulieu July 30, 2019 at 6:20 PM Hello Richard White, question: How do I P.M. you? I would like to talk further. Thank you. looking forward to the talk. Have a nice evening my friend. R. H. White July 29, 2019 at 7:40 PM thank you Darlene please p.m. me if you'd like to talk further