Elegy
A Falling Leaf's Serrated Edge
The door of Summer slams behind your back. The air is snapping cold and goosebumps rake your skin. A falling leaf's serrated edge aflame in red and orange hues—it falls to shatter underfoot. Where will you go? The sidewalk ended ages back. Your fears as company; they match you pace for pace, a growing shadow as the sun descends. The leaves that crunch beneath your feet in time will be the mulch beneath the winter snow.
By Tyler Clark14 days ago in Poets
Shadow Birthdays
It's your birthday today Facebook reminders well-wishes on your page from those that don't know you'll never 'like' them Posts prompted by built-in calendars programs relationships enriched by algorithms polite notices surely heartfelt surely uninformed imagining your smile of delight at the remembrance but your eyes will never see your smile never quirk at the corner your wit not find voice again gone.
By Judey Kalchik 21 days ago in Poets
Poem for Jeffrey Archer (1940 - 2026)
A nice touch, Baron. Right in time for Nobel week, I discovered that you had passed away. Maybe it was just the clichés and the reek of your work that made me say, “Hmph, well, another one done by time.” Not a sweet and pleasant eulogy; not the words to share with the line, “Here was a fellow writer!” But, you see, I knew the films, the success, the prostitute, the desperation for the title of PM or mayor. You wanted to fix your name in time (so astute). But that is not what you get, you failure. A fraud deserves no greater fate than to say at the end, “Too late.”
By Kendall Defoe 22 days ago in Poets
