nothing can outlast the coming

nothing can outlast the coming
of days like thunder rolling
arid times like these with echoes
of too many summers on the line

a cold beer down by the pond
a soft breeze in the late afternoon
I can still hear the dead sigh
in the still dead silence of grass

there is a young miss now
walking the memory plank of I
but there was a bodily time
when we simply did not know

I rest my weary case on the sill
high on seeing the day at will
and yet and still




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-07 at 18:20

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful to read :)
2015-08-12



I really like the sound of this one! The way the words are combined like a song, the rhythm and the feel of it is all very good.
Ashe
2015-08-08



Lots of melodic and striking lines. I like the way you linked dead sigh with dead silence--the two phrases are a sonorous and intriguing match.
2015-08-08