It is no small thing
to watch your whole life
flash before my eyes,
the names of your unborn
kiss my fingertips.
I see you reading the Rig Veda
In original Sanskrit, hear the
symphony you composed
without ever hearing.
Your bicycle gathers rust in the yard
like a hen gently gathers her chicks.
I dare not move it as I dared
not remove the hospital bracelet
with your name misspelled.
Requisicat in Stasis
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Re: Requisicat in Stasis
Wow, fabulous poem... the ending delivers a great punch but the entire piece works beautifully. Kudos!
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Re: Requisicat in Stasis
I echo the coments
Re: Requisicat in Stasis
Wonderful poem, Ken, terrific last stanza.
I agree you could lose 'original'
Eira
I agree you could lose 'original'
Eira