Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Seasonally Reordered

Now darker, you deepen,
steep within the tides of October.
Water rushing out to follow dim skies,
leave a gray grass heavy with regret.
We didn't live or love like we desire yet.

Another season, defective, disordered,
beautiful buds whiter wither and fall,
clump on clay hardening. Cold to touch,
shudder after one last breath
from vexing waves of summer death.

I stand amid it all and wonder how
I can remember you before and not
this way. I stand among all, alone,
and wonder if my arms will open
to receive your tender sighs
before I too am sent to the sky.


10.15.21
16 lines
free verse with light rhyme stanza ends.



We could all reach out to someone, comfort one another, like a community could do. But, if we are not all on the same level of understanding, then some of us fall like petals to that carpet while aiming to fly on tides to some accepting sky.


Here, we lie alone,
a clutter of dead.
Not even swept up,
leech the soil in hopes
we return whole again
next summer.

-bk