Like an old man,
he stares out over the still and calm
at age seven,
on the slick, red clay
by the edge of the pond
where his brother slipped and slid
away under the milky, glass surface,
bobbing up and down
like a cork
on the end of a fishing line _
going under
deeper, deeper, out of sight
as when a big fish bites
and just takes everything.
After the swallowing,
he was landed,
wrapped in a black, plastic bag,
and shuffled in the truck
that slowly crept away
as if expecting a procession,
leaving the water still
like when nature takes the time
to stop breathing
and soft reflections shimmer
quiet as death
Wow.
You wiped that smile right off my face.
Girl, your talent is immeasurable.
I don’t want to be wiping away your smile, girl.
Thanks for checking this out
It’s a good thing in this case, trust me.
This poem was sobering after the others I read. I meant what I said about your talent. I’m glad I can pick up my phone and read you every day.
😘
You are too sweet, girl!
Different face, different smile from Adira but same effect.
There’s a few ladies on this site that I’d crawl naked over cut glass just to spend some time with….your one of them.
That’s such an amazing thing to say, Peter. Don’t cut yourself. I want your body unscathed so I can sign my name on your skin.
xoxoxo
Dark and engaging . Nice spill
Definitely and thanks!
Powerfully penned, DK. This is an incredible write with stellar imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian!
Outstanding. The wording, the image and the sincerity in detail makes this a marvelous piece of writing.
When I was young, there were two kids that drowned in the pond across the street… brothers.
Thanks for reading, Keith
WOW! Tragic.
I will never forget it. Everyone on my street held hands and made a human chain as they walked across the pond. Unreal.
Deeply felt. Tragic yet majestic at the same time
Much respect
Naaj
Hey, Naajir! Thanks for the read and comment. I love hearing your thoughts.
xoxo
I lost a little brother….🙏
So, this one hits especially close to home, Meg.
Beautifully rendered Free Verse, with all the poetic attributes that make this form so expressively powerful to read and vividly sink one’s mind, heart, emotions, and soul into.
No one speaks with a poetic voice like yours!
Thank you ever-so warmly for YOU! ⁓ Richard🖌