The season of departures
Was not predicted
Nor announced
On lit up boards
Or sheets of paper.
It came uncalled for,
Uninvited, undesired.
And soon it was
So hard to breathe
Through the ashes of memory.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The season of departures
Was not predicted
Nor announced
On lit up boards
Or sheets of paper.
It came uncalled for,
Uninvited, undesired.
And soon it was
So hard to breathe
Through the ashes of memory.
Very poignant. After reading many poems on the site – some of which truly go on overlong – this is refreshing in its simplicity. Plus the final two lines are (excuse me, but…) breath-taking!
I agree. Refreshing and poignant. I especially like “the ashes of memory.”