Something’s not right. She feels it, this woman.
At first it’s a whisper, “Live the life you’re meant to.” But that means risk.
At first there’s turmoil, but it’s a start, giving her permission to seek.
Eventually she notices them when they appear – the signs
Showing what might be her path.
And she knows they’re right.
My father had just died. The nursereleased him from the wires that had trackedhis waning vital signs. We didn't cryat first; we hadn't as we watchedhis numbers dropping on the screen. Dad lookedserene, asleep, almost alive, although the stroke had left him half alive,immobile in bed for two months. The nursesaid we could take our time....more
In honour of NaBloPoMo's April theme -- POEM -- as well as National Poetry Month, we're going to look at four types of fixed form poems. Fixed form poetry is meant to free the mind by providing a structure much in the same way a house frees the person who lives inside to focus on things other than the elements outside. The first form we're going to look at is the collapsing sestina.
a memorial to war, this monument
holds all the grief
of those now silent
unable to remember
this grey green tower guards
the beauty of insignificant lives.
their memory lives
in the names etched on this monument
in the wreaths left to guard
against forgetfulness, a grief
worse than to remember
all these silent
why are you silent
are there too many lives
here to remember
too many similar monuments
all pointing to the same grief
all statues in the same guard