death of my father

an internal earthquake
smashed his heart
he grabbed out blindly
but there was no support
he crumpled to the pavement
his senses shutting down

the last grains of sand
falling in the glass



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2013-01-13 at 18:04

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Condolences & thanks for sharing this gem. It is a splendid tribute in poem.
2013-01-13



This is distilled to the essence of it, word perfect. This almost seems to be emotionless, as if whatever you felt was too private to spell out. But: earthquake, smashed, grabbed, no support, crumpled, shutting down, all mean something, it's there.
2013-01-13