Tuesday, June 14, 2011

A Strange Moment

It's just the boy, the dogs, the cat
And me.
Nobody else is home, no one,
You see.
And every last one of us looking
At the door.
People are missing, gone somewhere.
What for?
And why is that so doggone strange?

Is a presence, heavy and thick.
Considerably more than you'd think.
All of us
Feeling what isn't even here.
Not knowing
Why the moment is queer.


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p.s. absence and the anticipation of return are important aspects of our lives, keep up the faith, we stand behind you.

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That is a true statement by John. Hey I really like that poem.

raven eli said...

oh, this is my favorite so far, if you ever get a chance, could you check out my blog... sometimes i post poetry that i wrote myself