CONDOLENCES

I stood there gazing about the room.. Faces somber.. Looking to the end of the room.. The wooden enclosure contained the vessel.. The vessel that once carried a soul.. A soul troubled through life.. Eyes not on the face displayed eyes filled with tears.. Eyes dried because there was none left.. Remembrances uttered in hushed voices.. Sullen smiles with acknowledgements.. Photos displayed recharged the tear supply.. A father’s dulled stare at his son’s empty vessel.. The pain no chemical can make disappear..

Lifes Pulse

Lots of agony.... Equal tears... Son, brother, friend, foe... Buried, becoming one with the earth... Threats, condolences, accusations... All without thought by some... Some with thoughts from deep... One less heart beats, while many bleed... Painful healing like a razors cut... Like blood oozing slow rivulets... Feelings deepen to the point... Of being so low like gravity... Drawing the blood to the lowest point... The uphill climb begins... With the beating of loving hearts... Surrounding those in despair... Feeding those with love and positivity... Light at the end shines brighter each day... Memories being the ray.

Black & White Life

Gray days and Mondays don’t get me down.... Sometimes living in a gray Down East town will do the trick.... Nothing to support life as it should be.... Drugs and illness lead to more drugs and illness.... They die by the road.... Young and old.... Hearts stop natural, some induced.... Kids of friends kill friends of kids.... Innocence died the same death years ago.... Poverty and violence, hillbilly heroin.... Bailey’s and Bud, something for everyone.... Except dreams.

The Progression

The hand grabs The eyes search The voice asks The mind wanders The questions flow like a spring stream The memories follow the questions The answers not answered The faces in the memories All strangers The hand holds The eyes caress The voice soothes The memories flow again The faces familiar The tears replaced with glimmer The hang grabs The eyes search…. The disease progresses The tears flow

Free Falling

The feathers floated down from the nest. Small downy pieces of the chicks exterior A peep emitted A pair of golden eyes peering out At the expanse before her The updraft between the trees bringing The smells of the earth below her. Mother jammed her beak under her And in a heave she was free Falling Tumbling And then she spread her wings and the same Updraft of odors lifted, Lifted her tiny body, Lifted her head held high Upwards she flew amongst the branches Upwards until once again Once again she sat in the nest And again the catapult of mother’s beak Sent her sailing Sent her tumbling Sent her flying Free