where the markers lie flat
side by each as if open to all
that miss
their loved ones;
Those others
whose potential
has been forever dimmed
Then finished—the
balance tipped
to the dark side
The senses shrouded
as they need accept
Both they that
no longer breathe
and those that grieve
There is a fearful synergy
in that and no way
To edge away from it
nor tip-toe around it
either —what was former
is now always...
Your title - made me rethink all those markers lying flat. Your last line - so sad, but life is a cycle from birth to death I guess.
ReplyDeleteYes... thought-provoking, "what was former
ReplyDeleteis now always..." powerful ending.
Powerful words, Sharon.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
Cycle of life...~ Interesting connection to markers...writing ~ we need process the former, learn lessons, and let them go...~ thoughtful write ~ thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteStunning, and the concept quite caught my imagination, Sharon.
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