WHAT LINGERS
What lingers
When all is said --
Not words or even breath --
When all is done --
Tools in the shed,
Crusted Gloves
Drying on the shelf --
Creation, dying cell by cell.
Even pruning
Asks too much,
When all is said.
When all is done --
This shell.
Karen shame to waste the shell, why let it linger, useless in the dirt or as ash? No I will give it away and some student will mark the times of my life by the scars roped upon it.
ReplyDeleteThe earth shall go on. The question is if we humans will. A very poignant poem.
ReplyDeleteHow touching. I liked this poem with all its sadness.
ReplyDeleteSad. Which is good, you made me feel.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poems after this one.
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