Hour of there are no words

even the middle
of nowhere holds
its breath,
it is June
so light lasts
the way a child
asks for five more
which is not much
less than time
it takes for innocents
to be lost.

The moon slips into
a long black coat,
tightens its grip
on a planet
mourns ,
an owl
or something
like a loon
sounds like a siren
or the way
an emergency broadcast
warns this is not a test.

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10 Responses

  1. gcecil says:

    A fantastic poem with a very strong ‘imagistic’ message well done.

  2. Rpoett says:

    This made me smile, good.

  3. Dave Kavanagh says:

    The ending is powerful, Charles. And the poem itself is wonderful as always. I like the way June holds it’s breath but you have made to now a little sinister for me. A touching poem that is worthy of a second and third read.

  4. Christine A Perry says:

    An amazing write, it left a smile on my face. Thank you.

  5. Naomi says:

    Love the image of the moon slipping into a long black coat, and the dark twist at the ending is inspired

  6. Alfred Booth says:

    Of course your lyricism draws the reader in with ease. The surprise at the end makes him re-read for another, less peaceful layer. I like the way these mixed emotions tie beautifully with a title that made me click on THIS poem.

  7. Lori Hamilton says:

    i really enjoy the wordplay and allusion in this piece, charles. you create images that imbed in my mind and i tend to carry them with me throughout the day. the owl will follow me today! lovely penning.

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