…when there’s no one left to protest
…when there’s no one left to blame
…when there’s no one left to target
…when there’s no one left to name
…when there’s no one left to barter
…when there’s no one left to pay
…when there’s no one left to reason
…when there’s no one left to pray
…when there’s no one left to matter
…when there’s no one left to care
…when there’s no one left believing
…when there’s no one left to share
…when no one’s left to pass it on
…when no one’s left unbled
…when no one’s left to sing the songs
—forgotten are the dead
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Categories:
unbled, death, life,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, how my nethermost being aches for your answer
You yawn like a glistening wound above me, tugging at my will
A pregnant astral enigma, weeping with wonderment and perplexity
Frigid, barren voids, churning chaos, meat and matter beyond imaginings
Vistas of marvel, life fantastic and bizarre, worlds unbidden and unbled
Swirling maelstroms of dust, energies of darkness and dynamism
The heaving breast of heaven, burgeoning at the Constant, ever outward
Oh, to but prick the veil of your timeless and tenebrous mystery
To breach your breadth and boundary, and all that they bind and bear
Would be to weave the garland ... of the gods themselves.
~ 8th Place ~ in "The Universe" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
unbled, appreciation, beauty, space, stars,
Form: Free verse
That left undone while living,
a bedside chat won’t cure
Death coming fast, the first now last,
the closing of the door
With wounds unbled, in unmade beds,
lay prisoners of time
Good wishes die, no last goodbye
—intentions left behind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Categories:
unbled, death, time,
Form: Rhyme