A Trio
- poems of eight lines with no abstract nouns
Discovery
The chair on which he sat
An empty place with space around
The road that he once trod
Forgotten now. And then I found
The letter that he wrote
His tender words adorn the page
But not for me, alas.
For now, I'll sit. And then I’ll rage.
*
Looming
From the grey sky a bird’s shrill cry
echoes across the moor.
The air is cold and thunder rolls,
and creatures cuddle in their holes.
Soon rain will come -
the lightning crash,
as rooms grow dim.
And I am still. With him.
*
Farewell
Ice crackles. I walk, crunching on the snow
as dim-lit sky sits blank around.
Feet steady, nothing here to give me pause
I speed apace, fast-crossing frozen ground.
The world is white and still,
but will not be for long.
The light will come again -
but I? I will be gone.