What Remains by Philip F De Pinto
What remains
of what once fit
snugly in place
like a slap
in your face
of the mortar
which once held
stones in place
The hair on such stones
perfectly combed
mussed by a brusque wind
to which one does not
wail or confess
Coiffured and stacked
along a country road
that bode not well
for neighborliness
A wall in disarray
miles from debate
to demarcate
work from play
them from us
05/02/2017 Posted on 05/02/2017 Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/04/17 at 12:23 AM Evocative write, Philip. Great visuals add to the cerebral foundation. |
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/25/17 at 09:51 PM What remains... A gaggle of embraces is precisely what is needed---It has been a long time, dear one. Glad this was the first stop I made. |
Posted by Kris Mara on 06/08/17 at 01:39 PM ...heavy as that gravity and your voice rings clear and true throughout this...gravity and a gaggle of embraces...so true...and days like this seems so far away (for what I read into your words)...good to read you again... |
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