by Jim Moore
This is not the end—not a finale nor a sudden stop.
Gravity has lingered here long enough,
Avoiding the collisions and the halting of footsteps—
The echoes they leave behind.
We can turn back from here,
Take stock of the pale shades that we’ve weathered,
The handful of sighs gone to seed,
So long is not so far away.
Posted on 11/30/2012
Copyright © 2019 Jim Moore
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/01/12 at 01:40 AM|
...malleable; so many meanings, such a nice write jim. catches ones mood and plays havoc, somehow leaves a good taste, often not found in goodbyes.