It's Still Life

Beyond Rust and Red

My pen grows silent
as a silhouette.
I write of life, write
with dues of truth’s bones.
Beyond rust and red.

My first poem
was red like that.
An untidy
dark appetite.

Like father’s
final words,
gone unheard.

He slept,
We slept.

Silence.

Poet form: “Diminished Hexaverse” — A poem containing stanzas of 5 lines, then 4 lines, then 3 lines, then 2 lines, ending with one word. The syllables in each stanza correspond to the number of lines, i.e. 5 in each line in the first stanza, 4 in the second stanza and so on. This form may contain more than five stanzas.