light snuffed out

A poem of lament, in shape of candlestick, dedicated to family of Lukas Monsma

young voice sings to guitar
sweet, yet haunting
oh, my son, I can
hear your song
on the wind

memories
don’t leave us
alone in the dark
nearly pull us apart
by plucked heart strings
strumming addicted to grief
cold, thin, mountain air
stealing our breath
mingles yours
high in sky

i’m sorry for
what was unsaid
life hangs by a thread
as we still wait for you to
turn around and come home

 

 

…and sharing music by David Nevue, “Under a Cloud” and “The Long Regret”

starry nights

photo credit: Stephen Bockhold,  rebedvrlists.com

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Torches shine along forest trail that leads to clearing.  Youth campers in Rocky Mountains gather around bright bonfire; jostle each other to find seats on long pine logs. Click off flashlights with excited whispers. Flames lick upward as sparks rise higher.  Guitar music wafts through smoke and singing begins.  A chorus of “kum ba yah” fades as heads quietly tip up toward heaven.  Eyes blink in wonder, above and beyond, to where floating sparks extinguish and a million twinkling stars ignite!

 

clear night on mountain

milky way spills across sky

deep infinity

 


I’m joining dVerse Poets for haibun Monday’s theme: twinkle, twinkle