the music still plays
and the heart still longs to dance
but no dance partner
aging
and then adjourned…
in just a minute
was always what was said
until time ran out
ghost writings…
a well-known writer
whose works were so relevant
what was his secret
was the question posed to him
reply old posts with dates changed
home for the holidays…
an empty bedroom
a few scattered mementos
a frosted window
as cold as how life’s become
since a love has gone to stay
no dress code…
if you die naked
without all of life’s the trappings
have you considered
what happens to your carcass
same as everyone else friend
survivors…
unseen battlefield
where only one body lies
that of a loved one
taken years ago by death
now life’s raging loneliness
new zealand viewpoint #5…
tho she’s wheelchair bound
she relishes each moment
that life offers her
tho youth’s agility’s gone
her mind still dances freely
