there is no religion

there is no religion
in the old hackney hearse
rolling its gurney into oblivion
on final day of fall

one man makes no difference
when thunder no longer breaks
with promises of tomorrow
on wet dying days
this side of nowhere

there is no comfort
in tales of residence
or in ships that never leave port
nor when tidal bells resound
late at all word's night

go formative years go
words flicker and fly
with all kinds of intensity
there are no borders
only a last understanding

there is no summary
no sound that carries you
beyond a sudden halt
there is nothing conclusive
only farewell understanding




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-10-15 at 20:24

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I see this as a poem not so much about religion as about the coming of autumn--and the autumn of life, dying and death. It reminds me a little of the poems of John Donne, but also very original and personal.
2014-10-17



Eloquent write that is hard to stop reading. I like the way you put together your words and verses. I like the atmospheric feel of it and the mood it creates on its own. I like the poem.

~Ashe
2014-10-16