| Yet another poem by Dean Young. Stumbled upon him through a poetry site and have been quite impressed. Hope I'm not breaking any copyright laws by sharing these poems. So always linking back to my source Poetry.Org. Ash Ode | ||
| by Dean Young | ||
When I saw you ahead I ran two blocks shouting your name then realizing it wasn’t you but some alarmed pretender, I went on running, shouting now into the sky, continuing your fame and luster. Since I've been incinerated, I've oft returned to this thought, that all things loved are pursued and never caught, even as you slept beside me you were flying off. At least what's never had can’t be lost, the sieve of self stuck with just some larger chunks, jawbone, wedding ring, a single repeated dream, a lullaby in every elegy, descriptions of the sea written in the desert, your broken umbrella, me claiming I could fix it. | ||
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