Kim Hruba, our Saturday contributor, has experienced a death in her extended family. At her request, I offer here a poem of the type she requested.
Our hearts are with you, Kim.
Some say the world will end in
fire
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
Robert Frost, “Fire and Ice”
Deeper Order
Standing at the ramparts
keeping watch on the wall
The ceaseless fire - the harvesting
arrives for each and all
The prophet-poets declare, watch
and speak for countless years
and not a one wants to look or attend
the coming of the heated savage end
Now the great matter here, songs grow cold
silence in the singers’ mouths
astonished lips form large Os
each singer whimpers last
Final recognition of all things past
Overcome by the never seen before
Life’s fire exhales - coming home no more
What could be done is done
the restless burdens standing down
Beings burn in endless light
the last watch finished into changeless night
The empty ramparts burn
Fire arrives and no one returns
Poetry imparts feeling greater than any words or image upon a page, save for those from memory. Excellent capture. Please accept our sympathies, as well, Kim.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, WW, for your comment. Always wonderful to know poems are read -- and best of all - appreciated. JP Savage
DeleteThank you so much to both of you, for your care, your kindness and your words. Catherine, I knew you would make a good choice. You did not disappoint.
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