Tag: Death

It’s a Wednesday in September

And the leaves thinning
now like hair in the
September of a man’s days
Finally weary of
summer’s heavy-handed
advances they call to
Fall – and give
themselves to her
Pirouettes
Whispering cannonades
of bright colors
Shrapnel of harmless
confetti conveyed away
to a far away place
by some Divine grace
Nothing taken for the trip
but a whole and simple faith
A sublime state
few mortals attain
We kick against the breeze
Fight the natural Fall
Far too evolved
to leave
as the leaves
But there’s no hurry
We had today,
didn’t we?
And every given day
fairly dripping
with poetry

Peace

Silent joy of the dead
Unseen river sweeping regrets
through evening shadows
flowing soft from the stones
Theirs no more
Carried to the
wine dark sea
where memories
cease to be

Forest Dirge

A plaintive
mournful sound
A feeble rising
tone slowly
repeating
well down the
wooded path
I had found
So compelling
I was drawn
to discover
what manner
of bird
could be
heard emoting
such a call
So stalking
ever so slowly
I made my way
closer and closer
to the unseen source
silent as a jungle cat
until distracted
by the crash of a
large bird launching
from a high perch
above me something
dropping heavily onto
the dead carpet
of leaves below
as I watched
him go
Regaining my
composure I
moved closer
to examine what
had fallen to find
that which remains
of a squirrel after
a red-tail hawk has dined –
only a tail with a flap
of skin attached and
while contemplating
this surprise from over
my left shoulder that
same sad cry came again
Turning
I saw a
small squirrel
hugging tightly
to a limb
his butt
tucked up
against
the trunk
of the tree
and he continued
to repeat
that piteous
heartbreaking
refrain as
I watched

breathless
to bear witness
to something
so sacred
So unexpected
as a young squirrel
mourning the death
of one of its own

Death is a Black Dog

I saw the
black dog once
exhausted on I-64
between Richmond
and Norfolk
Running right at me
So large
I jammed the brakes
my heart leaping
in my chest
then it
wasn’t
there

Disappeared
but it was
solid, real
until it wasn’t
Years later
I heard the
trucker’s “myth”
about the
black dog
Why a black dog?
The tale left me
at a loss
Speechless
knowing one second
off that night
and I would have
been lost

Death is a black dog
and I saw him some
thirty years past
and not once since
but he will come again –
of this I’m convinced
he will not be denied
when it is time

Reaper

Too much idle time
attacks the mind
with endless realization
that you will die,
contemplating the how,
when, and why
you try
healthy eating
and exercise,
pumping nutrition
into the
big fat lie
you’re growing,
the one where
you survive
this crazy ride
unlike all the
others who tried.
The wise wrap
themselves tightly
in life,
passionately gliding
through busy days
until death is nothing
more than an
unexpected surprise

Aftermath

The fatigue
that follows
a funeral
dwells
in the
belly
of the
casket,
slipping up
stealthily
as you
stand there,
stealing
a slice
of your
soul,
pulling it
ever so
silently
down
through
the
satin
seams
and holding
it there,
never to
see the sun
again,
returned
to the
earth
before
its
time

Journey

It’s not far
to the
river,
just one
green hill
then through
a sunflower
field
eternally
blooming
and worth
the trip
I’m told.
One day
I’ll go
and hitch
a ride
on a
leaf
and we’ll
flow
as one
to the
ocean