January 2017 Day 2 of 31 days of poems


The ether formed,
her lips and mouth
|small words|
a whisper
that enlightened
just few who
listened for a mere
second in time

What happened in her life
to cause this isolation
From love, dreams

Or is it grit
that caused the chasm?
Leaning into it that chasm
taking small sips from
the pool of water
|Drowning in the silence|

Dark chasm
Musing on silences while
The chalk paint scratched
Fingers dug the ground finding
Crystals shining

She died quietly without
or any persons sitting
around her bed
in compassion and caring.

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