New Tenants

New Tenants

 

 

immeasurable sorrow

tears in flux

the sky cries against windswept

memories

 

houses occupied by others

no trace

ashes in a crypt

manners leaking in current unction

 

hugs still felt,

proud words, looks

acceptance after years of strain

perhaps life just waits us out

 

realizations come tardy

but eventually cast themselves 

across a still pond

if only we could see 

 

just a couple more ripples

the tears might reel themselves in

for an adjournment 

the verdict rising as reminder

 

the past always catches up to the future

as the urns turn.

 

erin-cilberto

10/20/22

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

What would Yoda say… all spooked up for Halloween… I took my Kids around the Neighborhood … wearing an over the Head Mask as Yoda… the Wise One. I think when we meet our Demise, we will be a pale green like Yoda with a lot of expression… I only hope there are Oreo Mint chocolate Cookies and we can touch whom we choose to touch. Amen, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and they will touch us back...thank you, Pat,
j.

[Red Brick Keshner]

oooh... the twisting and the churning, has that feel like the windmills of the mind... the urns and their turns as new tenants painting another story and living out new found memories in the making. Like a choking pain in the chest, direct hit j. /Freds.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your compassionate review, Frederick,
j.