"If There's Another Way..."

A Poem

If there’s another way to tell my tale
Oh let me hear and sit
Beside your lap to weep
At the freshness of morning dew
That crisply crunches underfoot
And treetop’s verdant glow
All masked in white and fractals

The lonely traveler trope is cold
And lifeless
Beaten dead and left
To sing its songs to no one in particular
Though I have waged this war
Since youth have fled
Averted eyes still searching
Muted tongue and seeking substance

So will you play the storyteller
        Dear Sister / Dear Brother,

Oh, will you mouth the words I’ve not
                    the faintest heart to sing?

And will you read my headstone
                            when my song is sung?

Or cast me out as soon my day is done?


(-S.I.Bascome)

Written for:

Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest  (ASR) poetry newsletter gift point contest #310188 by Stormy Lady