Poem in time of death
Published
Topic
Sadness
Between the unwritten lines
in the unspoken speechless silence
breathes understanding, unworded,
though I hear echoes
I did not intend
Better to concentrate upon the children
who look, watch, smile, yell,
in relative simplicity
Uncertain words frolic inside my head
or reach down to toes and fingertips
While in the dark interstices
Between the swelling of a rising wave
and the all-shattering bursting at the crest
comes that moment
when we wait
listen
hold