For Sunday Whirl:
A whole lot of people love
a selfless act of kindness
It gives me no joy at all
Only serves to fan the flames
And polarize opinions
I fear the repercussions
My identity remains
Buried beneath the ashes
Duty dictates discernment
My headstone a pile of sticks
Not a posey floral tribute
I am sure you don't think that. In each of I am sure there is an urge to leave some scuff mark on this earth to show that we were here. Authors are pretty good at that!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful - love the build up to those last two killer lines!
ReplyDeleteA pile of sticks is easily burned. Love your work, Stan.
ReplyDeleteEven a pile of sticks remind me of you....nice write.
ReplyDeleteMaybe how people remember you is more important than what they place on the ground..all good deeds get noticed somewhere..I guess we may find that out...in good time
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem, because I'm reading it as, the person did a good deed and got murder for it. And now is laying in a unmarked grave,
ReplyDeleteI'd rather be given flowers while I'm alive to enjoy them.
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