One death at a time
For I can’t bare more
And they say you are at peace
And this may be so
But watching the breath leave your body was gut wrenching
You are surrounded by rainbows
And there are more songs I cannot listen to
Lingering too long on your exit is a death sentence for presence
Fuel for suffering
All the days of your life cherished
All the days in your absence regretted
Let us grieve not in solidarity
But space in between
Just one death at a time
Filed under Cherry Pearl, Sunday Night Sonnet
Splayed out like veins from wrist to hand
like neurons transmitting in the body
or spacetime in the cosmos
An elaborate (sinuous) network, arrangement
from dampened sodden earth
to root to trunk to canopy
The muted sky shines white
through the bored holes in the leaves
they dance ever so slightly
to the rythm of July
And the mangroves below intertwine
like so many fingers
in a connection
nature respite
so divine
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet
Busted Flip Flops 