Final
Silence
there
are no birds,
or
flowers,
or
running
hand
in hand.
hopeful
eyes,
once
mirrored
in
imagined futures
reach
their final view
parched
lips,
upon
whose
cracking
flesh
wine
flowed,
laughter
bubbled,
and love
pressed
his
brief desire
now
fade.
lined
hands,
once
moved with gestures
touched
by dreams,
claw
the winding shroud
with
talons of despair
I
care,
for everyone
who
dies,
not
knowing
where
the time has gone,
or
why.
we
die
no
closer to the truth,
yet
having known the
intense
fragility
of ephemeral youth.
© James Rainsford 2013
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i really love the second to last stanza, it's so deep!!
ReplyDeleteFancy HOV Ridin’
those last 2 stanzas made me think of Jodi's poem tonight...the connection we all have and how all death is felt...in the end hopefully we have understood that fragileness just a bit....
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure there is a truth to be fouind unless it's to be found in the act of seeking it itself.>KB
ReplyDeleteThe second and fourth stanza really captured the essence of the poem with powerful words as you wrapped it up with intensity.
ReplyDelete'hopeful eyes,
ReplyDeleteonce mirrored
in imagined futures'
Imagined futures are important but so trapped filled too.