clap your hands-
snap tension’s
band,
empty the can of
of ashes that
you once
called
man,
clap with one hand
and throw that
fistful of
beach,
over pine box of dear
friend no longer
in reach of
lowered
hand,
no longer in ear’s
range of my last
maudlin
speech,
++++
as waves lap at stripped
toes on a chapped
beach.
Heavy Handman
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This is lovely.
Thanks! The bulk came to me while sleeping. Forgot about half by the time I had a pen… heh. In this wild a time, i’m just thankful that anyone takes the time to read these.. Blessings. 🙂
Absolutely adore this one.
Mournful and bleak, yet somehow hopeful in a way also.
Brilliant writing. 🖤
I have yet to master the art of restraint 😉 I’m glad you like it.. much better these kinds of tones hit the page than a wall! Stay well and thanks for reading, of course.
I know the feeling well.
You’re most welcome my friend 👍🖤