Seasonless

Polished antique flames revived

To cast out darker tyrant ice.
Spiders spin a tapestry.

Bees buzz sweet dripping victory.

 

Finch priest owns his birdbath perch;

Tuxedo dance of sunshine scrub.

Enter sister morning dove

To bask and hear the sermon.

 

Earth worms squirm in moist black soil,

Blue jay slays them one by one.

Mudbug tower juts from earth;

A church amongst the weeds.

 

Seeds of laughter, hymns of joy,

Clear cold skeletons dissolve.

Life springs up as days revolve

Around the need to love.

 

Flowers bloom and boom their hues:

Reds and blues; yellows and whites

Sweating dew that catches light

And tosses it all around.

 

And, yet, I can be found shut in;

Eyes as dead as winter muck,

Stuck inside the frigid mope;

No hope to warm my soul.

 

You sleep beneath the makeshift cross;

A loss too deep for me to bear.

Years of pain for moments slain

In seasonless existence.

 

Let black clouds enshroud the earth,

Drop the moon into the sea,

Shatter every ticking clock,

Let shadows eat me whole.

 

Crack the church bells, burn the trees;

Don’t taunt my heart with fancy lights.

I abstain from lovely songs, scents, sights;

They’re vicious ghosts that haunt.

Author's Note

This is about my grandpa...after grandma died he stopped. he went a year later. he said, for him, it was "a seasonless year."

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

Beautiful, accurate and perfect elegy for him..It's a very touching poem, given its context and its setting blended with your language..you are indeed one of the greatest observer/ imagination blender poets I've ever read..How do you do it? This one personally touched me on many levels..Well done, pal

[Early November]

This is amazingly beautiful. I envy your mastery of the english language to use such words. I can just read this over and over again and still get amazed over and over again.

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

That's very sad about your grandma and grampa. And that's sweet, sad and profound what he said. A similar thing happened to my grampa and his brothers and sister. They all passed around the same time, perhaps cause they were so used to living with one another and for one another. Your poem is very sad yet richly full of beautiful imagery.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Beautifully described and brought together. The fantastic mix of imagery playing on the senses. The ending was sharp and entirely fitting.

[Amy Bumpas]

This is a beautiful poem...such life, love, everything in bloom, and
then death sneaks in, taking life.

[KAREN]

The poem was a coat of many colors, beautiful as well! Sad too, to feel seasonless loss without the one you love! great imagery, great write!

[Robin]

My grandmother lasted less than a year after my grandfather died , these words resonate ..

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

ah there is so much gorgeous imagery amongst a very real sense of heartbreak. even without reading the afterword, it polled on my heart.. it aches with devastation.. tremendous work, tall one.. indelibly moving

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is the most beautiful In Memorium I have read since Auden's 'Funeral Blues'.
And more, I will not say.

[OT]

oh a painful read filled with personal remnants of memories and sensate depictions - sounds, sights etc - nice work as always!!! I also like the completely jagged form - it jumps from rhyme to complete opposite - you really make us pay attention haha - the couplets here and there... and then not there - you won't let us read without absorbing every word!! and that we do, and are glad for it!! brilliant - stunning work!

re rhymes - I've come to think that everything you do is intended - and so for me the inconsistent rhyme represents the turmoil of emotions - it wasn't an easy thing to go through - it's up and down - reflecting the form - which as said, i like!!