OMG seriously o.m.g.
I got most of the rest of my stuff out of my daughter's shed yesterday and I went through a tub and found a book of my poems dated 1977-1991. I had forgotten all about them. I think I'll blog them for posterity since the only thing I can leave my kids and grandkids are youtube videos and facebook crap.
I must have been a senior in high school when I wrote this first one:
Para Tu
When the flame
goes out
what is left?
A mere puff
of smoke
or is it
something more,
something no one
will ever understand?
For a fleeting
moment
its presence
is felt
and then
it's gone too.
Relief.
The body
relaxes
sinking slowly
into a state
of quiet
peacefulness
and the mind
is
at
rest.
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