Tuesday, May 3, 2016

HR Creel- A Poem

HR Creel is too old not to write.  His poems have been featured on Zombie Logic and UUT Poetry.

Dying of Light

I lay in the shade
of a terminal illness,
listening to the birds
outside with their sounds,
but I am not by the sea.

Echoes from outside
are lies.  
I bet they wonder why
I lay here and wait so.
There is nothing to do
but crossword puzzles,
occasionally writing
a poem.

An endless sea of poems,
dying to get out,
dying to be created
before the close of day.

I will comply;
I will make them,
fashion them like an art
project from whatever
is lying around.

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