DIMINISHING

Attention drifts from what is said
and eyes go to the morning sky
or maybe toward these hills instead.
Why is it I cannot cry?

A small crowd come together here
mostly of further reduced family
or older folks who were held dear
gathered at the cusp of eternity.

I've been to these too oft before
beside deep holes or in high places
each time aching in my soul
bidding farewell to cold mortal traces.

Each time another piece of me
is permanently torn away
to that place which we can't see.
Why is it I can't cry today?

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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Comments

Eduardo Cruz

10 years ago

Stan the man

Why, because we realize that it's our own mortality we're looking at.
So, it's the fear of it that stops us from crying as we get older.
when we lose some one we cry, but when we know that we're getting to the top of the list we begin to think of ourselves in the scheme of things.

I like the thought in this. at 61yrs. I realize there is some much more I want to do, so no time for tears or regret, there is only doing that matters with the time that is left.

Eddie C.

scribbler

10 years ago

Hi Eddie

I did not realize we are the same age lol. Both paid up members of the old far6t's club! Thanks for taking the time to hobble on by for a read............stan

lovedly

10 years ago

when u said diminishing ... I thought

you meant readers and commentators
who will please whinners
ask jess

scribbler

10 years ago

You should know better

I don't think I have Ever complained about lack of comments on my scribbles. But your comment Does lead me to wonder if my tile is incomplete so I appreciate it.............stan

lovedly

10 years ago

ur a master of poetry

i am one of diminishing returns
how much I want to leave
but believe me
my feet turn to cement
only b'coz u read me still
and often comment
Stan
and
of course Ian