It's Still Life

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The Last Circle Still Spinning

all around him
falling gold, leaves
falling nowhere.
it’s all very very.
falling on a familiar
face.

do you remember
the scent of that
burnt ash-blown summer?
blackbirds
blown away on a trembling tune.
I watched it on telly.

tomorrow is as bright as
autumn’s blue sky, and
it calls sweeter, cooler,
frostier. mornings are
falling and racing
nowhere soon.

and as autumn fills up
his months, that circle
is racing nowhere,
falling nowhere.
he keeps that circle on side.
amen’s gone viral, and

a reckless wind carries on —
that last circle’s still spinning.

When I wrote this, I had a fellow poet in mind, whose work I greatly appreciate. He approaches autumn. I approach spring. And we are run in circles by this deadly virus from opposite sides of our shared earth. I started humming Mad World by Gary Jules. This poem is more cryptic than my usual, probably because it’s visually anchored.

Poetic Asides Day 16 “The Last _______. ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.