A Vast Undying Sea

A Vast Undying Sea

A Poem by Wesley Dingler

For Leslie Dingler.

 

I know it seems like only yesterday

  That we were drying our seeds;

And now it feels like we may

  Be the last of a dying breed...

 

The last of a dying breed,

  Amid a vast, undying sea.

Once a myriad of souls to seed,

  Now scattered hither-to-tither and into anonymity.

***

 

And I,

  A first-generation “echo” in his prime,

Now lie,

  Wonder if the New Millennium still is mine.

 

Well, I admit,

  Something seems lost or forgotten in time.

And the world had begun to change,

  Even before I opened my eyes.

***

 

I know it's hard to look back now,

  Without tearing up or falling apart.

I go to look back on how?

  And it causes a sinking feeling in my heart.

 

Cast your memory back and try to see;

  And maybe you can explain it all to me.

Tell me, when did we trade everything we

  Have become for everything we once wanted to be?

© 2020 Wesley Dingler


Author's Note

Wesley Dingler
photo by mario purisic

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This is really great baby. I can hear the little meadow calling out to the big meadow.

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Wesley Dingler
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I was born in Central Alabama February 27, 1985. I'm a Piscean and love it. I began writing poetry and child stories at age nine. I began home schooling after the Sixth Grade, having a lot of troub.. more..

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