Part of the Neverending poem. The fallen stay while the world moves on with laughter. |
The world moves on with laughter The fallen stay while the world moves on with laughter. These flaccid stalks stood tall last summer. Autumn’s frost and snow of winter softened pith and bent them; withered now, the cattails bow to rushing streams of snowmelt and the flood of Springlike days. The fallen stay while the world moves on with laughter. Bleached by wind, benign neglect, her silk flowers fade as sun returns and crocus blooms along stone paths define the thaw till old men plant geraniums each May in memory. The fallen stay while the world moves on with laughter. Family and friends she helped once bid her well and then good riddance when the magic spell was broken. She had nothing then to offer them save syllables and sounds they can't recall. The fallen stay while the world moves on with laughter. Once he blessed his wife with sun and moon; his sons twirled round with laughter. Yet while their world moves on and she rots here, where crocus blooms and cattails bend, her words will echo ever after. © Kåre Enga 2008 [164.557] 2008-03-19 Revised 03-20: pronouns changed from I/you to she-her/he-him Composed originally for
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