Death is just a crook
When sleepless I composed these
lines of verse in my head
as
if playing chess pieces blind
carefully
moving words no phrase too terse
to check the flow like paring apple rind
in a curling
helix-like state of mind
time like a spring
compresses dreams
in plaited strands that bind
to
positions played long ago ticking
into eternity self to play thus going
on
awake I review these lines and try
to plumb
those pools of reverie I fished
with
barbless hooks that caught not what I wished
but snagged seaweed in my
subconscious mind
detritus of
times forgotten times missed
when brash
and bold once long ago
unkind
memories from long ago flicker in
my mind
Coffee’d pick up the threads of life
the mind
must clear must curl up in
its nook
to
comprehend in absences mistook
more often than silence is as meaningful
that life
plays to win death is just a
crook
in the road seen moves ahead by careful
players who know a void is a void
is annul
© Dick Russell,
2013
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