Nothing to Fear (Tanka)

There is nothing to fear
About entering the tomb,
Nothing will happen
That didn’t happen to you
In the void before your birth.

10/31/18

A response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 108, “Afraid & Grave,” #SynonymsOnly

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I Can Still Feel You

I can still hear
The sound of your voice
In my mind
And in my dreams.
I can feel your hands
On my face
The last time we met,
The cold piercing
My beard,
There was so little
Life left in them.

I can hear the joy
In your voice
When I told you
We were coming
To see you.
I can still see
The light
In your eyes
When your grandson
Took you for one last
Walk in the park.

I can still feel
The sinking
In my heart
When I realized
How limited
Our time really was,
And the crushing
Devastation
When they told me
You were gone.

10/30/18

Haiku on Autumn Weather

Golden wet oak leaves
Mulch in puddles of decay
Earthworms turn the soil.

10-12-18

The Battlefield

wwimontage

An old weary soldier,
Alone on an empty battlefield,
Mud filled trenches and
Bombed out craters.
Still smoldering fires in the distance.
Every other soul,
Friend or foe,
Felled along the line.

A brief pause,
After the battle is spent,
Tattered clothes,
He talks to ghosts,
Debating with death
To lay down arms
Forever
Before the conflict continues.

10/8-10/9/18

Image is taken from a WW I Montage, found on WikiMedia Commons.

Haunted

Walking and old path
Down aging concrete,
Grayer than memory allows,
Each crack as familiar
As the crease of my palm,
Volcanoes and lightening strikes,
slow step through time.

Great pine tree,
Full of crow calls
That I answered
On my way to school.
Now as silent
As a schoolyard
In summertime.

They’re selling sub sandwiches
Where the arcade used to stand,
Baking pizzas
In the old Datsun showroom,
The lot too big for the business.

There’s a hole in the house,
Where you used to be,
On the left side of the couch
Next to your teacup,
Smarties, and Kindle.

There’s always a chill
When I sit in that spot,
Sipping chai tea
From your cup,
Remembering
When you were here.

8/21-10/1/18

Vacuums and Scars

A living nightmare
From which I cannot wake.
Coming apart at tge seems
Like an ill made scarecrow
Left in the weather too long,
Portions of my past
Falling away to dust,
Leaving sucking black
Vacuums,
Bending light,
Distorting everything they touch.

Souls slipping away
One by one.
Time’s tragedy:
Entropy increases.
Some vanish quickly,
Some fade over time,
Still here,
But not the same.
All leave black void scars
Like the aftermath
Of open heart surgery.

6/14-6/20/18

Stand and Fall

Death bookends all life
Darkness borders the light
Silence follows every sound
Blankness every verse.
Oblivion catches all who fall,
And all who stand must fall.

6/7/18

Dry Bones – a Haiku

Valley of dry bones
The breath of life in the wind
Life is born of death

The Hard Truth (a Troilet)

Everything born must die,
Everything started must end.
No one will ever truly know why,
Everything born must die.
Salt stains skin from tears we cry,
Silence answers the prayers we send.
Everything born must die,
Everything started must end.

6/4/18

A Twitch Away From the End

The cold taste of steel
In your mouth,
The faint scent of gunpowder
Stings your throat.

Just a shiver
On the trigger
And a hot wad of lead
Tears a hole
Severing your cerebellum,
Bringing an end to everything,
Except the darkness.

5/9/18