The mysteries and vagaroes of natural elements. |
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CollageSunset happens,depending upon the time of year and one’s latitude, somewhere between the early news and the late night wrap-up, un-attended for the most part An event common to ageless sweeps across mankind’s history, for the pause before sleep, for the silent holding of hands and holding of thoughts before another day And we find ourselves Among the most trivially and relentlessly Informed of that spread of generations, back to the big-bang of creation Underwhelmed and overfed, but no fact or whimsy left unspoken In this swamp of reality and fancy, neighbors bury their dead and bury their heads in isolated hands, weeping All pain covered by the flickering image, smiles shielding broken lives Event becomes a blur upon event all choice becoming none at all, one collage on top of another, intervening, in-betweening The hand and thought spread out during endless unattended sunsets |
![]() This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |