Sometimes, I just think in poetry. Today is such a day. Sometimes, when I spend a lot of time on social media, soaking in what others say, and sharing what I’ve read and viewed, this is how the thoughts come out. Life is often too heavy to engage head on. Some of us make it our life’s work to rage at the sun on other people’s behalf. It’s hard to see clearly through the tears. Ephemeral is what life feels like when contemplating the greater scheme of things. . . Inevitable is a condition I find harder still to consider and accept.
The familiar and revered
have died
passed on
overcome by another season
other reasons
Nature deals extinction
for animal and plant species
Losing hands
loosening grips
memory or imagination
history or invention
Why not news media
Delivery mechanisms
stagecoaches and trains
papyrus and ink
remnants of days gone by
Like the summer annual
bright and brighter
for a moment
leading us to believe
summer will last forever
But its premise fades
dries
dessicates
blowing into the autumn breeze
precursor of the leaves
unleashed from trees
Snowflakes
light as a breath
blow in on winter’s watch
Learning to let go
not mourning
not cheering
simply watching
the news slip away
in this print form
waiting
not quite believing
news will come again
in a new form
Ciphers constructed of
electric ions
speeding on
fibers thin as a notion
that we’ll become
accustomed to
like the lamp on
the table next to the photo
of great-great-great grand relatives
whose names we barely remember
whose stories we never knew
like the next generation’s
heirlooms
old stuff that got saved
sometimes inadvertently
Do you want to be the one
announcing the death of a generation
or proclaiming the beginning of the next?