cemetery trees
candles are made to be lit
just as wishbones
are meant to be broken
I’ve no idea where they come from
but they just keep on giving
like there’s no tomorrow
yesterday’s best ideas are nothing
more than a passing fancy
notwithstanding indecipherable rhymes
capable of sneaking through cracks
around here we talk about what
will be or what may have been
all the while knowing full damn well
we’ve no intention of being caught
dead in our tracks
august two thousand eighteen
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Excellent title and composition.Yes, what we give least thought to is often so wisdom filled !❤
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5 star
thank you, Bonnie
The last verse makes one stop and think. A play on “cemetery” ideas, I assume. Wonderful piece, John. 🙂
Yes indeed, Olga ~ thank you so much for visiting and commenting on this one.
From beginning to end, it was mind blowing.
Thank you very much, Devika ~ I’m thrilled you think so.