A Lamp Lit Quiet

How quickly the years flee

A Lamp Lit Quiet

I have lit a lamp quiet

In solitude with pen.

I shall soon be but dust

Whose memories then?

Do the days forget 

As they flow forever on

Each sorrow, each joy,

Each love ever gone?

A leathered hand held high to the sky,

A grass-stained ball arcs ‘cross the Sun,

From dugout in shadow, bright light at the plate,

A crack of the bat,  four bases quick run.

Midnight dark in woods abed,

Coyote chorus, hoot of an owl,

A crackle of deer step 

Lucy looses a growl.

The first of many,

Love’s true tender kiss.

Tangled in sheets,

Flesh wed in bliss.

Her fierce pain of birthing,

Our first born’s first cry.

Each child leaves home, 

So soon says goodbye.

A table circled,

Memories said,

A dram downed for

Each parent dead.

Surely do the days forget

As they flow forever on

Our sorrows and joys

Loves forever gone.

Reviews

[Lara]

This piece designs quite a meditative space, sun bear. With stanzas laid out neatly for each chapter cataloguing passages of memorable moments, as if each were its own table-setting with its own shaft of light: vivid and resonant. Nostalgia draws the grain in a table I imagine is pine...

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you Lara, your vivid use of language extends to your reviews; any comments from you are especially appreciated.