Strung lights
and she stares through
me--
between snowflakes.
gelid air freezes
time
pop-tart aubade,
for
she did not
sleep
well last night.
distrait--
snowstorm or
tv?
pillows piled in
floor for
pile of
children.
verboten tv
wins.
time moves forward
in
a box now.
and then
stands
still once
again
as trail
of white
smoke
fills screen…
Challenger exploded.
when she falls
asleep
I take down
the lights.
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13 comments:
This ends unexpectedly -- but it ends right. Nice one, Laura.
A day hard to forget. I was in Florida at that moment.
A well painted image of the moment for one.
Larry
a moment that was beyond comprehension ...
oh, wow.
And this might make you smile. I had to look up three of the words you used! :)
Beautiful poem!
Hugs, andrea
PS: Sitka has an award for you at All Gods Creatures.
I remember that day too Laura. I am going to have to read this through a few times. And L.L. - I will need a dictionary too!
The ending of this poem holds its force.
To me, the remarkable thing about every disaster such as this is how we go on, how the mundane controls, how we pick up and continue with whatever we were doing because we can do nothing else except try to but never forget.
You are a gifted poet. Keep penning your heart.
"pop-tart aubade" is the coolest poetry phrase I've read in awhile.
"pop-tart aubade" is the coolest poetry phrase I've read in awhile.
Linda and L.L.--
Yes, you made me smile. Who encouraged us to keep a word cache? Mine was getting a bit hefty, so I thought I'd shed a few...
cool, huh?
fabulous , Laura.
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