Missed Less than Non-existent Mist

Missed Less than Non-existent Mist

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem 

Though raised in 1950s fear of war,

Atomic war, and 1960s threat

Of it, I almost never think of it, no more

Than thinking of an early jet

Design that failed to be produced.  And just

Like that I almost never think of him at all

Who used to be as huge to me as lust

And greed to Trump.  Each day I pass a tall

Seqouia that used to send a pang

Through chest and heart because of loss of this

One friend to death.   I used to feel the clang

This tree caused.  Now I feel nothing amiss.

  I go for days and weeks without a thought

    Of him.  He now is like the number naught.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Dec 18, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments