the last will and testament
A renewal clause, pen's cap opened,
spectacles rest on a document
of life, of seasons, of autumn, of snows.
Autumn twits on; the hidden clauses
fall brown; fall gold; fall red; death can be
aromatic, colored, beautiful.
Ask what he is studying in those papers
and he will smile and sigh. “My last will.”
The last testament of autumn has
the life’s renewal clauses hidden.
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killing some truths
A headache digs through my brother's head;
digs a canal down which slips his heart.
It is a useless question to ask
whether he is hurt. I complain
about his food; too much oil to be good.
I complain about little killers
of pain, of soul, of reality, of ….
A dull headache travels down the dale;
an owl hoots and I pick up the phone
as if it is the shrapnel; tell him
what I think I would do if I had
his life, his nights. But it never is mine.
Silence follows for my brother slips
into a forced sleep, where pain is a mare.
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with many thanks
Mark
You are my brother Ku.
OK, you two- tomorrow's my MWE day--save some for me! :)
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Mar~
clouds your reasoning
dominates like a leather-clad mistress
her whip slicing unexpectedly
white hot streaks of agony.
Killer of Truths, we worry and suggest and it is all we can do.
I so enjoy all your poetry.
When one thing ends another phase begins. Preparing our wills ensures the future for those we leave behind.
killing some truths
We may sympathize with the emotions our friends and loved ones are dealing with but we can not make decisions for them nor should we try. We may see mistakes they make and know our path would be different yet we must respect that they have to make their own mistakes and live life the way they deem best for them.
killing some truths
I liked the analogy of seasons
and the beauty of Autumn
In the USA they say Fall
and the colours red gold and brown
add vital colour to it all
killing some truths
Your poor brother, headaches of his own making?
killing some truths
Votre frère va bien, au moins pour ce soir… and I enjoyed these poems, they are of a class by themselves. Thanks for stopping by my own "Autumn".
- Robert
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Kushal posted a poem I wrote
And I posted one by Ku
and nobody caught on. snickers.
tell him
what I think I would do if I had
his life, his nights. But it never is mine.
killing some truths
I particular liked the sentiments and imagery in the first one.
Thanks.
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killing some truths
That's one of my secrets to scoring 12000 points every six months: Keep K-E-O happy and entertained. Awwww now the cat's out of the bag.
the life’s renewal clauses hidden.
I like this, Poddar! Spring is hidden in Autumn...we can't see it yet, but it will come.
Speechless...
That was well done.
However, I feel you need to give some advice from time to time just to keep your own sanity
In a way we all are right but the feelings direct what is really truth.
traffic of feelings
Peter
The first poem did not leave such an impact on me, but I admire its sincerity and the insight it takes to observe the beauty of death in a way that isn't morbid, grim, or even disturbed. I appreciate you sharing both poems with us.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Poem 2: You've captured perfectly the feeling of watching, helplessly, as someone you love damages themself.
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
TEN on ALL levels.
Your Friend,
Rene
household of faith