I doubt …
With a certainty oversized
I doubt …
these words will linger
past the curtain call.
Still…
I sing with vigor
Crafting a closing squall
Which…
Will be a trigger
To a sense of calm
by Thomas Typewriter
death
“Dear Death…” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryPlease Death, give my parents one more day.
They’ve yet to apologize.
They’ve yet to change.
Do not take them away until
I hear new things said
Give them one more day
As many as it takes
I don’t mind the wait.
“A Distance Commuted and Calculated” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryWho will take my place on the road
As the distance folds on top of itself.
Every day in the dark
Every night in the bright
Traveling Death’s domain
Surprise a shudder
The candle goes out
On the day I died,
I saw Death going the other way.
Are you not supposed to be my guide, I cried.
“Not my problem,” he said. “Not today.”
“I’ve been let go. I’ve been told to go away.”
“So to you I say good luck.”
“You’ve had a life. Days good and bad.”
“Chances you seized, others you let slip away.”
“Before we part let me, as one final gift, say”
“There are no more guides out there, in that death has become like life in so many ways.”
“Do your best and then do it again, soon you will find your stride.”
From the easel of Thomas Typewriter: a new painting
From the Easel of Thomas Typewriter, paintings
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