Look East

Posted: June 20, 2011 in My Poetry
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Just to the right
is a ragged string
of pine trees;

that is where I lie.
On top of you,
staring blankly up

like you would be
if you could see
through all that dirt.

A rainbow
half arcs the sun
from a distance,
haze in between.
Tans and browns;
not the prismatic display
it should be.
Pollution or clouds –
Who knows or cares?

To the north,
mountains float,
still wearing winter white.

Your daughter
will be a year old
next month.
Some lives went on
without you.

It’s June, 2011.
Long enough
to understand
you are never
coming back.

  1. bluebee says:

    Such devastating effects, Coin & Feather – anger, pain and the blotting of life’s enjoyment for those left behind, trying to understand

    • Thankfully the anger and pain are growing less frequent and the simple joy of having had Tyrel in our lives for 24 years is the most dominate feeling most of the time now. Still, Father’s Day was a hard day. I’m so happy he had a baby but so sad that she’ll grow up without knowing how wonderful her daddy was.

  2. bex says:

    so much heartbreak with so few words. very sad and beautiful.

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