Saturday, June 18, 2016

A poem …

Elegy

In memory of my brother
Time's prism angles on the past
Now he is old. So much reminds,
Though no one's left to share. Alone
As never thought of, he discerns:
The sparrows hop nearby, the trees
Are waving branches. Fine farewell.

4 comments:

  1. In the beginning was the Word, and so what better tribute to anyone than a poet's finely tuned and turned words of farewell.

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  2. Beautiful and moving. Again, commiserations..

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  3. Wonderful poem, & tribute, Frank. So sorry

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  4. Lovely poem, Frank. Sorry for your loss.

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