Missing Pieces

The children spoke without intuition

They repeated their story with unkempt nuance
    Misplaced words in broken speech

They'd long forgotten their promises
    To ask and then listen

Their faces ever more bereft of relation
    Encompassed less of themselves

The children had grown smaller in the light
    Space shifted by time

Table set for seven

She had left her glasses underneath the chair

Reply All

I wear not this halo ‘round my neck
    for the admiration of my mother
    To confirm the goodness of a life held in measure
    prosperity through parity
Nay, To the defiance of death


I wear not this halo ‘round my neck
    for the engagement of my peers
    To model the excellence of uncompromised precision
    flourishing with fidelity
Nay, To the disregard of defect


I wear not this halo ‘round my neck
    for the edification of my descendants
    To shine the beacon of a mind steadfast to purpose
    securing by stability
Nay, to the dance of diversion

Reply to All