| Author | Message | ||
| M
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3940 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Again They Shall Come Jeffery Feezle a skeleton against prodigal backdrop no longer is an arbor dance to be seen alone in a forest of vibrant dancers its arm’s left with nothing in-between. Bewitched by wind’s supplication operatic tones now hushed by age though its seeds: a scattered replication for sanctuary paid, on child’s wage As its dander of crushed brown gone-seasons lies in speechless testimonial at its feet No science may halt, nor logic nor reasons when stooped branches and ground finally meet When once it was a town meeting floor will legends of then be passed on once more? Or lost like songs born away on foreign wind? For this is Now, and that was Then. When its last ring grew tighter in trunks chest 100 years of Man’s secrets locked safely in breast Watching the late green grins fall sadly to dust Its bark peeling iron like a bleeding red rust Aging is a poem that is best shared alone before ready to ascend into final sleep’s throne. until one by one, they remembered once more ancestral birds who once danced this floor and sent their grandchildren by memories, still to sing Until each branch was filled with song – everlasting |
