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Details | Elegy |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

Remission (In Memory of William Watt).

Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.

Mother took the news staring at the sky
She must have cried inside
For I have no evidence else. There's no why
For it ... how my rage defied
Her callous front ... he was her first boy
The only hero she spoke well
Of, his name was the formula for joy
In our house: anecdotes tell
Of his escapades ... youth defying fate
He had a cat's tenacity for life
And from evil wills found a golden gate
Of scholarship and exotic wife.

I remember when the years pulled him back
All he came with was a bag
Of books, and a couple suits in novel sack
His eyes time warped, a lag
Of missing years and loneliness enfolding him
But he was handsome still
And my soul cartwheeled at joy's fresh brim
Those moments that he filled
When eyes first contact spelled pride to claim
This aristocrat like a medal
I could wear. So young he was, her true flame
The son of love's sweet recital!

And many days sitting in his shadow, I heard
Him dream big things like stars
Far away, warm things like a fluttering bird
Things made bright to cover scars
In the sore of memory. His mind was his cliff
A risky place in the high winds
And closer to the edge for the Grail he'd drift
O how the giddy world spins!
He died in Kingston: William came and went
And my mother looked at the sky
But until she died, about his memory was silent
And I forever wonder why.

I loved him, you know, he was the first best thing
A poor child had to claim or show
The world ... with him I was no more common. A king
He made me in his gold of glow
Something that I looked forward to meet in me. I,
Like mother, been silence since
But sometimes my heart just heave and would cry
For time this love cannot rinse
And I that moment cannot comprehend, that death
Gave no notice to his lauded day
And like common dust on a wild wind's balmy breath
My brother was swiftly swept away.

Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009

Details | Elegy |



was just a cat
a dear friend
of sixteen years
for humans i’ve not shed so many tears

Child of God

has been put to sleep
the feline way
so they say
nor was any soul more loved

Dave Austin

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |

Dear Grandpa

The leaves have turned brown and crisp
And I've remembered 
How much you've been missed
On a day like today 

It's the days when I feel down
And I'm sad
That you're not around 
Desperately in need of a grandpa's embrace

You were like my best friend 
And I'm yearning 
For the hours we'd laugh on end.
Now I'm doing quite the opposite 

The memories harvest in my mind
As I bow to your grave 
With flowers of all kinds
Commemorating the part you played
In shaping the person I am today. 

Yours sincerely, 
A granddaughter that misses you dearly. 

Copyright © Emmy Weatherill | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |


A memory of tears filled eyes
How can I forget this precious aisle?
The aisle you walk in your gown-shy
Now carries your silent and dire

How can I whisper to you love
How you looked as a dove
Ah! The memory is green and fresh
The night of our all white and thresh

Look at you o! Once beautiful aisle
You are my dread on you my light fade
Sermon given to my love as she goes to grave
The grace I ask to face this maze

Copyright © OJOBO EMMANUEL | Year Posted 2012

Details | Elegy |



sometimes in mass
as sacred songs
wash over me like rain,
I break free
and drift 
into memory,

and again you rise, 
your tears flow
as tears fill my eyes,
your dying breath
good bye;

after so many years,
the knife still cuts
and again, and

I cry.

(20 May 2015)

Copyright © Steven Federle | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |

Discover America

Discover America; its beauty awaits.
You’ll see it in every part of our land.
The grandeur and majesty are there to behold,
As if placed by an artist’s skilled hand.

Through the skin of the earth there’s a massive descend,
And at the very bottom wetness may lie.
The canyon’s river that rocks make bend,
So deep, once there, one’s passions may die.

Wyoming is home to a towering stone
Overlooking plains as a sentinel.
Protruding from the ground the foundation must moan
Supported by land that must be dentinal.

Yellowstone is a land full of discovery.
It contains hills, water, and a massive forest.
An animal population here made a valiant recovery.
The living trees are still the sorest.

Gulf Shores is a paradise bliss.
The white beaches meet the ocean’s salt.
The feeling here is an honorable kiss,
When crashing waves come to a halt.

Discover America; its beauty awaits.
You’ll see it in every part of our land.
The grandeur and majesty are there to behold,
As if placed by an artist’s skilled hand.

Copyright © Austin Perry | Year Posted 2016

Details | Elegy |

In Memory of Grumpy Cat

It is so hard to say goodbye.  The end has come.
     I knew it would . . .  someday.  Such a good cat;
for twelve long years, my Grumpy, always there for me,
            wanting a pat, a lap, a snack to make you fat.

I recall our first meeting on a freezing winter day,
      cold, unfriendly eyes of a stray, rejected by the world;
alone and afraid, hissing.  Slowly a trusting friendship,
            and eventually in my arms you were curled.

How can I endure this cruel world without my friend?
     But of course, I must go on . . .  I imagine you;
in a beautiful garden, lush and green.  Sunshine streaming,
            bird songs filling the air, and a sky azure blue.

You are busy grooming your shiny brown tabby fur,
     amber eyes twinkle, a little pink tongue busy curling;
a paw, a face . . .  something catches your attention;
            you jump up to swat a passing butterfly whirling.

Rolling in the cool grass, you curl up for a nap, 
     with a sigh . . .  and death came to you like a thief;
till I draw my last breath, I will hold you in my heart,
             the price I pay for loving you so much, is grief.

But, I would not change one moment of our time together,
      you were a gift from God, to last me all my lifetime;
never to be repeated . . . as you drew your last breath,
                I whispered in your ear, till to heaven I climb,

       and I placed you in God's loving arms in the meantime . . . 

Written at sixteen years old
Posted, April 27, 2017

Elegy/In Memory Of Grumpy Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 895903

Ceclia Hopkins-Drewer

"All things bright and beautiful,
 All creatures great and small:
 All things wise and wonderful,
 The Lord God made them all . . . ."
     (Mrs. Cecil Frances Humpreys Alexander, 1848)

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2017

Details | Elegy |


Sometimes I am glued to the Earth
See every tear, every laugh and every soul that's hurt
Sometimes my mind is flying above our world…
Hear every thought…
But even there I have no silence
In my mind the violence I’ve seen…
In my heart the memories of the places where I've been
But memories are past…
And even though they last
They can’t replace the smell of heavens grass
They cant replace every tear, every laugh and every fist that there I’ve had
They’re just memories
I wish I was able to go back

and see home…

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |


Even after sixteen years still I cry your daughters tears Every year on this day, will always be sad known only as the date, God took my dad 1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997 Allan Thomas Holmes

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

Dad Is dead

So what?
No more new toys for you
No more bread at breakfast
No more noisy shoes on Christmas
And no more having more

Did i kill dad?
Why then the corporal punishments? 
Because dad lost the job
Dad lost the breath
Dad lost the plan
Dad lost you
Dad is no more

Why punish me not the job?
Dad got money from there
Can i go and get it?
Not now but one day you will
What about you?
I will go but i have to first make you know 
That i am not Dad because he took off
Now he is sleeping
We have to spend less
Work a lot
Play less

Why don't you awake him?
He is dead!
What does that mean?
It means close your eyes
Stop breathing
Sleep in a big box
People dig a whole hide you there
And you disappear forever

Wow that sounds fun mum can i join the game?
Its no game, its painful game of loss!
Mum, you cry when i climb trees
When dad wants to go with me you scream
But dad always makes cool choices
You don't understand son,

Your father has played the superman game
The monster broke his neck
And now he is lifeless like your toys
All the people that came here were on your Dad's funeral
Your father is dead
You are now an orphan, son!

Mum, dad is in the game
I know dad he will rise again
Kick the monster, break its neck and throw it in fire
Like what he used to about Jesus
And you will know he is not like my toys
I know son
Right now you cant understand but later you will

I know mum
Right now you cant understand but later you will

In memory of my late father who passed on in 1993 while i was a little boy

Copyright © Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |


I could see their daughter next door 
across the spare green land,
cutting herbs from the garden.

Her hair, dyed brown, hanging in rivulets,
jumped in time, to her taut breasts,
like hungry soldiers at a feast.

And I remembered when I was eighteen,
what the world was like.

Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |

A Goodbye from All of Us

From that day to the next week, snow, rain and sleet -no sun.
Everything surrounding us is black,
Precious presents become precious past
Blurred cloudy water filling our vision
All together we grip, holding tight to memories taken,
Memories that have become dreams at night and haunt are days.
Were you ever here, my friend?
We whisper what could have been.

Copyright © Macaiah Gross | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |


Tipsy, we were together
Happiness, we lived together
By the malls hands we held
Love unsaid you led
In truth, I knew we were friends
When first our roads so met
That no fiend will do us part
In love, in trust and happiness
Living to love, our betterment
Pains, joy in togetherness
Until the day you pressed the pause
Like a woman in sudden menopause
When medic in sorrow announcement
Alone now I sing, mimicry of your song  
But today this dirge I sang
Because your mouth stopped to sing

Copyright © Abimbola Mosobalaje Davis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |

An elegy for a piano teacher

She’s rolled up with patience
dedication and faith in the Lord;
her strictness punctuated a shared vision
that focused on learning acquisition.

  Her punctuality, precision, and determination
  to teach her pupils with discipline and right focusing;
  as a rule of thumb she always obeyed
  made the essence of what music means to all.

Rain or shine she’s there in her cubicle
waiting for her pupils scheduled to take their lessons;
those Hanon exercises, arpeggios, and other finger articulations
would lead off in concentration or warm-up in every lesson.

  Perhaps she’s a scarecrow to some who hadn’t known her;
  but she’d a listening heart described as a story line;
  with depth and assurance that no one is denied,
  along with other slow learners who coped with perseverance.

Truly, her endless word to slow down in every measure,
her technique that entailed so much discipline and correction
through memory lane I still remember a constant repetition;
her affinity for perfection that requires discipline and proportion.

  She’s a teacher keenly aware of her pupils’ emotions,
  her generosity explained either in time or learning a score;
  as a sign and meaning to pedagogical association
  with thriving efforts to play the music with technique and precision.

She’s held in the affectionate memory of her pupils,
their collective thoughts about her fittingly honored her
a woman like her with a horizon of meaning to everyone
a true Filipino educator with a glowing torch in her soul
and her music sustained my vocation to go on.

  Its magical link to depth and soul of human expression,
  its beauty and inspiration that kept me to deepen my own calling;
  to make piano sing in the balance of emotion, technique and celebration
  a way to experience Him with wonders and beauty – limitless world.

Maraming salamat , Maestra Marina M Diokno!
I really missed you; I really treasured whatever you taught me;
your strong affinity for virtuousity, allegato and sostenuto,
indeed, a memory lane suffused with gratitude and threads of appreciation.

Copyright © mark escobar | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Elegy on an Autumn Day

Change comes sometime late August, 
a mellow presence to the day;
a gentle sun, supplying friendship, 
joins me walking in the lane.
Between defiant borders, autumn's late bloomers--
proud yellow, maroon, and red--
Queen Anne's lace adds frilly softness against weed hardness, 
a smiling  feminine face.
The gardens yield their richness, 
spilling ripe bounty from over laden arms.

Peaceful is the attitude autumn offers; 
a tender sadness shapes the edge
where silent stone markers gently gather 
beneath trees' reverent, flame-haloed heads.
The year is slowly dying . . . 
not fast gone like these quietly remembered, 
my beloved dead.

Copyright, September 10, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |

A Flood in Memory

Flood waters gushed in
From all sides roaring dreadfully!  
Only sinking heads of water reeds, 
And  a few hut roofs could be seen, 
That too remained shedding tears;
As the dark cloud-mountain burst.  
Mango trees lost arms, some shoulders, 
Coconuts perched on its strong boughs; 
The mighty survivors of all seasons. 
Snails, Frogs, Snakes and gnats, 
Ants, bugs, Lizards, spiders, 
Set out their conventional exodus! 
King Fisher and Woodpecker found 
Abode in hollow jack fruit tree! 

Poor and feeble mass, hunger-stricken, 
Assembled by the wet school floor, 
Waiting for the next charity food-serve; 
Hot porridge and wild-roots boiled. 
Burning chilly dish would add heat 
On their ice-cold tongues. 
Mothers had their saved rags in lap 
With their tender ones mewling in, 
Their ribs netted with wrinkled skin. 
Fathers looked at the skies and winds, 
Returned to the old wooden benches, 
Cursing their fate, while the slant drops, 
Pierced on swollen flood-waves. 
A blind fight of ripples large and small
Left yellow froth wear a taunting smile!

They could not hide the dismay of 
An impending disaster, that would 
Shatter their small dreams 
Into many a chips, beyond bonding. 
Stars got blind by the broken clouds 
Ascended from the verge of horizon. 
Nocturnal chorus of legendary frogs 
And of beetles added awe and gloom. 
Some slept with open eyes and sense, 
As they knew how dreadful the water 
Might turn in the monstrous night, 
Sweeping off every trace of existence! 

Copyright © Tajudeen Shah | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

Rythm of a prayer

Let me sing this song
Dozens words in my yearning rhythm
Delivered within the wind of autumn
A single pray, only for you

In this moment of silence
Bearing clearly in my mind
The love we have given one another
In our years of sharing

You embraced me with endless love
A love that cannot be compared
And it lights my sky forever
Made me a woman I am

We are destined to have each other
Since my first breath, until your last
So I sing this song for you,

Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |


While watching "Name That Tune" reruns
I taste the garlic she used to put in the Beef Stew...
Thinking and laughing
about something we had done together...
Bittersweet mem'ries of days gone by...
She was my Mother, and now she's gone,
but she lives on in me.
Her mannerisms...her smile,
her eccentric ways of cleaning...
Her mood swings...laughter..tears...
Her struggle with alcoholism,
and my triumph over it.
I loved her dearly.

In loving memory of
Della Jeannette Ham 
9/24/20 to 10/20/94

Copyright © Cynthia Palmer-Ham | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |

A Christmas Memory

A truant blizzard's hurl allowed shadows hide
when the night was pale. And all the dark ravens yelled
as I buried my cat, last year, frozen and dead. That all
the lilies of in between, wailed of my Christmas eulogy.

For the contest, A Christmas Memory,
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Nov 21, 2015
From Franco Gonza

Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |

In Memory

Sadness Looming, darkness brewing, 
Spirit heaviness ensuing
In preparation, anticipation
Of my annual day of mourning.

Time may pass but memories last
And though the gathering years go fast, 
Still I hear you; still I see you; 
Towards you still my thoughts are cast.

I miss you so, and even though
You are not here, and on I go
There'll always be a part of me
That keeps you near and holds you close.

July 31, 2015

Copyright © Moira Cameron | Year Posted 2016

Details | Elegy |

I fear death

I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but not mine
I guess it is your sorrow and despair at death that is drowning my life

I've been here before; I don't know how I survived or what inside me died
I had so many questions that she never answered; they never left, never died
So your gasping breath brings back my sorrow from that walled in stasis
I teeter on the rim of a well that reaches grief's bottom blackness, I lied

It is not your pain I fear, it's mine. I did not survive her deathbed
I never again lived. I died with her though peace I never found
I don't know if it was her death, my loss, hers, or the death cycle
But the air has stayed musty from graves while I pretended not to care

I don't know if I was there for her, or how she felt that last morning.
My memory lapses with that of the child I was then into dreams of gray
I don't know the pain of death, if it is worse to leave or know you are leaving
I don't know if she found peace or her heart broke for me or because of me.

Sorrow swells as the memories fade in, filling that well with blackness
I know that if I don't fall, it will rise up to suffocate me again
If I jump I will lose myself and never find you to say goodbye
My memory lapses, I think I jumped, did I tell her goodbye?

I fear my grief. Grief is all, nothing before or after exists.
I fear that grief will over shadow my mind and I won't be there
I fear that this sorrow will rob me of the words to say I love you
I fear despair will take my soul and this time I'll have nothing left of home.

How do I ask you to share this life with me when I don't know if I'll survive your death?
How do I ask you to live each day and don't let me run when I ran from her?
How do I ask you to believe in me and don't fear when I fear myself?
How do I ask you to comfort me when I'm too afraid to comfort you?

I never asked her to hold me again, to comfort, because she was the one dying.
What right do I have to ask the sick to comfort the healthy, the dead the living?	
And how could I, being the first spirit to die, ask the ones who speak of life still
to comfort the shell I left behind while theirs decays before my eyes? 
There are no comforts to sooth the guilt of living, but forgiveness will birth new life.

Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2010

Details | Elegy |

Poem written near a Cemetery 1 of 2

Poem written near a Cemetery  1 of 2
On 13th February 2012

While moving near the walls of a cemetery, 
I saw the glimpse 
Of a bunch of some tiny wild flowers,
Blooming in the golden Sunlight falling on them, 
They were waving their simile, 
With every gush of wind,
On the monument of a deserted grave.

For me it was a new and exciting experience, 
To enter in that cemetery of eighteenth century,
What had brought me to that spot,
Where those wild flowers were still smiling,
Remains a mystery
Every time, I think and rethink. 

I saw hundreds of monuments and tombs,
After entering in that preserved cemetery, 
Some were telling the story,
Of the grandeurs of its dwellers,
While others were there,
Standing without a crown or a story.

The grave on which, I saw those flowers,
Was not showing an appealing face, 
Age had withered its luster and charms,
And time had left its marks on its face.

Being in the last line of that cemetery 
It was waiting in the long queue,
For some kith and kin of Sophia Ress,
May come some day and  
The face of that noble soul’s grave, 
May once again obtain its lost glory and grace.

There I found those lonely wild tiny flowers,
Still blooming and smiling and dancing,
With every gush of wind,
Telling silently a beautiful story of its dweller,
As if, they were paying their homage,
While remembering her lost songs and images.

In the morning hours of the Autumn,
The tree leaves were falling, 
Everywhere on the ground,
And some were even falling on me,
Either to tell the universal truth, 
Of the inevitable departure of everyone’s one day 
Or perhaps to accompany me, 
In that graveyard of all those,
Who were totally strangers for me.

After watching that grave and 
Appreciating those tiny flowers,
I explored each and every tomb and monuments,
Standing in the memory of those British,
Who had lived a royal life during those days,
When they lived here and ruled my country, 
For a very long time. 

Kanpur India 18th Feb. 2012  concluded in Part 2

Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen

"Text of the Stone on Sophia Rees Owen
In the memory of Sophia Rees Owen 
The beloved wife of H T Owen Esqr. 
Of the H C Civil Service, who died on the 27th 
Nov.1834 aged 31 years 11months and 18days.
Leaving her husband and Six children to lament 
Her loss. She was a sincere friend, a truly 
Attached wife and a devoted Mother.......

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2012

Details | Elegy |


Soft rain
Leaves shake
Worry fades
but sleep escapes
thoughts prowl
Dream awake
her face only
my mind quakes
close my eyes
Toss and sigh
What night
the  sun will hide

Copyright © chris vold | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

A foreign language

My lips are sealed 
Tightened by pain
Locked with secrets 

Perhaps I should tell you...
My life and my memories,
My troubles and struggles.

I could teach you a thing or two,
Respect, loyalty and class,
The 1950's and the 1960's.

If you want to know my dear-
Watch closely.
Look beyond the tears in my
Translate the tremble of my hands 
That is how you speak my language, petal
it's much more than words. 

Copyright © Emmy Weatherill | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |

Nothing Seems Wrong

Slow I wail on the road of no return 
Like a soul that departs from its body with no respect

Silence I talk to get
To soothe the pain I didn’t prepare

In the jungle of no trees I sit
To prepare for my last breathe I take

Mother! Mother! I cry 
Thunder storms that wawl

Slow I speak
but distance death drags me on

Help! Help! Help! I pull
But in the midst of no where I creep

My last respect they give 
But silently I sit to weep

Very well they wish I match on 
But poorly I know I live on

Mansions I suffer to build
But in the coffin I didn't prepare to live 

Nothing will ever seem right 
In this game of no fame

Copyright © JOSEPH TAYLOR | Year Posted 2016

Details | Elegy |


Once she was a person of top talked worldwide
People expected a lot from her
For God and for human she intended to do a lot,
But there occurred an accident
Death abides by the order-

She was famous more for deeds than for beauties
Own cultural, natural and open  minded such
Inwardly pained but outwardly laughed
Even on a mishap she was much concerned,

Her royal highness did not affect the general
As her nature showed belongings are simple,
No pride touched her
A princess come ever and ever,

Now, she is but only memory
In the heart of dearest, nearest and many
Still some of them weep and some lament-

The wise will deeply think over it
The unwise will simply pass saying sorry.

Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | Year Posted 2016

Details | Elegy |

In Memory of Lee

As I stare up at the sky, 
I sit and wonder why, 
God has taken you so quickly, 
when you have been saved so recently.

Only to perceive 
and I believe, 
that at Victory Baptist you came to rest, 
so that you could meet Jesus and be blessed.

Because in Heaven, 
you were expected, 
he needed you to heed his call
and be able to turn away from it all

And if you did not have a chance to say, 
good-bye to your family, 
you will be reunited with them one day 
and until then they will think of you daily.

So, now I kneel and pray, 
asking God to lift their grief away, 
that he allows her to meet them at heaven's door, 
so that they may hold her once more.

That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!

Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |

In Memory

Passing misfortune 
burns through boredom. 
You taught me that lesson 
when I was very young. 
All that I have of you now 
is a beautiful tinge, in my soul, 
The ghosts' of your brilliance 
is unavoidable, 
no matter how much 
times carries on. 

I see reasons' face 
in the mirror. 
Strikingly similar 
to you, my wise, and 
beloved mother. 
My reflection brings up 
the darkest of thoughts 
filling me with exhaustion 
and uncertainty. 

I take my fist 
and shatter the mirror 
into silver shards. 
Broken in pieces 
like you left me. 
A prisoner to memory 
sentence to life 
without parole. 

My soul yearns 
for enough hope 
and strength 
to continue on. 
Oh God, the days are so long 
and the years are make it 
hard grasp any meaning . 

How did I get here? 
How did everything 
I once held onto 
end in destruction? 
Oh God, 
please grant me a pardon. 
Let me out of this cage 
before I forget once and for all 
what it's like to be out in the sun.

Copyright © minda whiteley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Elegy |

In Memory of the Family Dog

for Sam

We take turns stabbing 
with our shovel at rocky clay dirt
until the cut's deep 
enough for what little remains 
of our family dog.
Warm wet salt drops--
on my tongue as
I sip wine from a fragile glass
Stare through to hawks 
swimming in October winds
circling hills full of Diablo
full of still, 
old oaks--
petrified, bony.

Copyright © Tamra Amato | Year Posted 2009