4.29.16

I've got some weekend words for you. I have actually been writing, and some inspiration was even taken (for other pieces) from some of the other works I've shared recently. Do you like a contextual analysis? I do, but I find it too simplistic. Maybe that is a bit elitist of me! Anyway, here's a poem.

4-27-16

I presume to speak for you

When I say we want to live on after death.

There are names marked deeply,

Scored to protect against time and weather,

Theirs are the claim to deeds and monuments.

Others hide in a passive voice

In a feathery hand, and

Maybe one does not survive.

A roll of names is a cemetery,

A minuscule footprint;

Not all are stirred there, not all are comfortable.

Perhaps one would touch the engravings

And follow the syllables with a finger

strike a small spark in the soul

Before pulling one's hand away.