Stirring : A Literary Collection

Christopher Major


We leave the dark house
where groups of photo's glint like stars
whose closeness belies your distance,
reflected light showing you only as you were.
Now we pay our last respects,
leave flowers,
a blaze of color
a floral flare
that cheers this graveyard's winter grey,
in as conspicuous a way
as that nervous laugh,
rippling the church to stories of you.
Soon your coffin floats its minus sign --
makes priests and doctors fumble,
offer me inadequate answers
to why I carry a hole your shape.

Publications: Limestone, Apples Oranges, Writers Hood, Snakeskin, ShallowEND, Poetry Kit, Stirring,, Grape Poetry, etc.

Stirring : A Literary Collection

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