solemnity

solemnity rising into the coming
of more burning by the hour
rolls like soft glass and wet sand
in honor of the day ending

there are more than one
to each slot on the Ouija board
tilting with secrets and silence
but the dead will not speak




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-11-22 at 18:50

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It makes me think of many who have died and more who will as n terrorist attacks or wars. Both stanzas are magnificent filled with death and mystery.
Ashe
2015-11-22



The title and theme ''solemnity'' could also apply to the gravity and grace of the technical artistry of this poem. ''Soft glass and wet sand makes a startling image. Good writing!
2015-11-22