For Sunday Whirl:
SKELETONS
Resolute; your policyof honesty spills its guts
across a forgotten stretch
of a neglected landscape
that still bears the stains of guilt
stirred by cloudy memories
of miserable children
awaiting the decision
as death's vortex pirouettes
perhaps just moments away.
It could be all over in
the flutter of an eyelash
A very provocative piece - that captures and leaves open-ended the anxiety of the yet to appear future.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness Stanski - I have no idea how I've missed your bouquet of ebooks. Did you just put those up or have I been so focused on a particular poem that I only noticed them here today?! Either way - congratulations - I am certain they are as wonderful as each read here every Sunday morning.
ReplyDeleteThis reads as though honesty might be a fault. Truth is a precious commodity, but yes, it can still be misused and abused.
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