A sort of poet's requiem for the friend of a friend.

Evening Again Already

Evening again already,
After having finished with the Day's bread and wine
Night falls tread with shadowy stair ahead what lies beyond
Our table calls each name with icy chill notes to spread
Around the lots are cast and dice have been thrown
People who may swim have been known to drown
Time is not real in any true sense, but what is true? (who may own?)
An infinite thought was once there and suddenly gone
What is there?
Just the rain afoot, unsteady
Evening again already . . .

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Written on 2015-02-22 at 00:31

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A pensive piece from Yhe Salon, replete with interesting imagery and intriguing questions.
We at BirdBrains admire this very much and bestow gentle applause :>)

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
beautiful, thank you

Elle x

Åsa Andersson
I think you really convey how death can be both expected and surprising at the same time. We do know it is coming for everyone, and yet... And that empty space someone leaves behind. And still the world moves on.

I liked this line best: People who may swim have been known to drown.