a turn of the rain

a turn of the rain
sunshine breaking furniture
just for the sake
of old people surviving
on their own
with time diving

selective
I say
mariners to go
mama
say something else
sugar
is just not enough

remembering
old times
hung on wines
to pale
to walk the line
I set fire
to perception

lavished to the bone
sold for more
than I can pay for
remembered at times
in caves
of weird brews

steel casket reunion
fails to reconcile
the dead with the lost
dreams are a luxury
lost on the living




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-03-23 at 22:04

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I would just say, "people surviving," instead of old people surviving. We are all trying to survive. (I can't believe I said that to you, master of poetry!) I've read this several times and I like it. The last stanza is brilliant. What a statement! Love it.
Ashe
2017-03-23