Jun 2012
© 2011 (Jim Sularz)
Come sorrow there is poetry,
dry, wind tossed leaves blow here and there.
Naked trees thin shake and shiver,
no turning back Time’s rusted gears.
A row of sparrows, autumn heights,
blue oceans, stars, a twilight’s love.
Faded photographs, tear-filled eyes,
this season chills, Fall clouds above.
Cold fingers cloak a metal sky,
a Winter’s start we’ll come to know.
Our flowers bloomed that once have dried,
awake new, at last fallen snow!
Come sorrow there is poetry,
dry, wind tossed leaves blow here and there.
Naked trees thin shake and shiver,
no turning back Time’s rusted gears.
A row of sparrows, autumn heights,
blue oceans, stars, a twilight’s love.
Faded photographs, tear-filled eyes,
this season chills, Fall clouds above.
Cold fingers cloak a metal sky,
a Winter’s start we’ll come to know.
Our flowers bloomed that once have dried,
awake new, at last fallen snow!
This poem is really part of a trilogy. The first poem is entitled "Fall". That's the life season I'm in right now. The second poem is "Remember Me". When I wrote "Remember Me", I was deeply affected by the death of my Mother-In-Law ("will I slip away cold ashen lips") and my Father ("or slowly fade with each shallowed breath"). The poem also gives you a glimpse into some personal doubts I have about dying. The third poem "Let The Heaven's Sing" is my hopeful affirmation about the things to come and a new beginning. Jim Sularz
