4 a.m. April 3, today the fourth


goodbye dad

yesterday at dawn
the moment a cloud-filled sky
blanketed grey
my eyelids scroll to see
and feel you waiting, free
through this jungle and
its concrete mountains
no longer away from thee
a second hand orbits
on poker faced landscape
thought without thinking
sight without seeing
listen without hearing
solitary, anonymous,
scrunched forward
melancholy doldrum
on a dawn as dark as night
there shall be no burnished
dusk or starlit twilight
nor shall buds blossom forth
and on arrival, upon your urn
shall alight a lone plumeria
and a crystal tear








Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-05 at 06:10

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
It's always sad to say goodbye to someone you love. I think your dad would have been very proud of you writing this eulogy for him. With a heartfelt sympathy of your loss. Regards Alan
2022-07-07


D G Moody
I liked the archaic feel from this poem, and it conveyed a sense
of quiet mourning. I also liked the finishing in the last two lines.
Nice One!
2022-04-06


AFRODITE STATHI
This work is so perfect!!!Bravo!!!
2022-04-05