Poem - Low Hole

[kokopelle]

The times between social dances can be lonely. The poem “Low Hole” is an extreme examination of this period.


Low Hole

When the embrace of the ground
forever settled upon my frame
carries the warmth of my life

I wonder why I carry on
across the lonely vales
between the lovely peaks

air so cold to burn the lungs
ephemeral enough to disregard
that glimpse of cool sojourn

yesterday was the cruelest taunt
resplendent in the joy it brought
now empty in the grave's retort

forgive me if I dally here
squandering the life I have
on the edge of forever's void

seen stretched in long line
future joy like twilight glint
stretched across the inky dark

beckoning as a lover would
heard by the lonely heart
in final resting of low hole.

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