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By , Chicago, IL
From the late autumn
the wind draws closer
to the glass, whistling.
the leaves are in the air
all is at ends.

Ah, to get going, but the ghosts,
dear ghosts, why do you
not wait, why do you not come
to save
one who has not the faith
to follow through your ends
wherever they might lead
upon the dimming earth,
to have had death or half death
whichever is more seemly,
but stillness comes upon me
and sees no salvation in your affairs.

if only I too could rush into silence
and behold a soft recourse
of things that must have been
if we were so, that had pushed
the birds into the wind
across the waves and forms.
all is at ends ….

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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InkWriter13 said...
Jun. 28, 2012 at 3:14 pm
A deep poem, definitely. Beautiful and well-written. Great work on this. I love the style/voice you chose with this; it fits perfectly. It's almost a hushed tone. Very poetic (no irony intended). 5 stars. Would you please comment on two of my poems (you can choose)?
crushed_veneer said...
May 30, 2012 at 8:31 pm
I love this...!
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