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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.

Static





Static


 

 

the man across the street

bought a Hamm radio last week.

 

he now talks to a friend in Finland

I hear he has another friend in Singapore.

 

I wonder when he's going to talk

to his neighbor next door.





Mark Antony Rossi is a poet, playwright and author of 8 books.

Comments

  1. Short sharp stinging...cautionary!

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  2. Love this! A tale of Modern life nailed in just a few words.

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