Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017 |
Twenty times he heard her say, “My husband Joe, has died this day. Making phone calls to companies, Just to tell them that as required Her true love had expired. Tears rolled down her cheeks at times “People are so nice, that’s when I cry” I wondered what could possibly be Nice about reporting When your love had died? He wanted to take this task from her, To spare her pain and stop her tears. But alas! The companies want to hear From kin closely near To the someone’s departed dear. How cruel, he thought; Is this paper chase The cost of living life? Surely there is another way To shield her from this strife! “Send proof of death”, they all do say “We need to know, Did he really pass away?” How ironic, how strange - this interchange Their very first words cause grief and pain. “Oh and we will send you forms to fill”, All many pages long, As their requirements fuel her pain, The “Proof of Death” paper trail Rolls on and on. In silence he watched heaven’s gate open As his body floated in, St. Peter simply smiled And said, “The paper trail ends; No ‘Proof of death’ required. And nodding to him said, “Welcome friend!” ____________________________________________ Entry: April 9, 2017 Prompt: Ghost, ghostly For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop Form: Quintain stanzaic poem Rhyme Pattern: aabcc, mixed rhyme pattern Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost |