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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