Monday, July 10, 2023

 Death is just a crook


When sleepless I composed these lines of verse   
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 into plaited strands that bind to 
positions played long ago   ticking
into eternity   self to play thus going
on

awake I review these lines and
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 

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. 2023


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