we speak in italics

 

 

his eyes are sad

 

~

 

half the people say

no more guns

 

half the people say

more guns

half the people say

 

love thy neighbor

half the people

say   loath thy neighbor

 

half the people 

say   we the people 

half the people

 

say   send them back   

i say   we are

two inharmonious peoples

 

~

 

Colin's grandfather is restless. We've talked so often of this time in his life, his goals for living well. He has worked hard, traveled widely, fought in a war, loved a woman, raised a son, lost both, the first to death, the second to distance. He has achieved all he cares to achieve in monetary terms. He has a fine business that he is passing on to his grandson, Colin. Now, he wants his reward. He wants to watch the sunset from his patio. Every evening that separates him from quietude is a loss.

 

I know this because he has told me. This evening he is pacing as the sun sets. It is a glorious sunset. His eyes are sad. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-06 at 03:24

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antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice writing Jim
2019-08-08


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So powerful and incredibly relevant. The older generation must be wondering what went wrong.
2019-08-07


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
An intuitive perception on these horrid current events, my friend. You have left it to the readerís imagination to determine which half of the people Colinís Grandfather is sad about.
2019-08-06


KYREUS of Sweden
Srong words, pure respect
2019-08-06