Poetry

 

YESTERDAY’S  MOAN

written 5.16.17

 

 

 

Standing naked on the lawn

 

alone he was one sunlit dawn

 

the grass beneath his shoeless  feet

 

cut like broken glass in the shimmering heat

 

with no one for miles around in sight

 

memories screamed in silence and turned to flight

 

while each separate living  haunted thought

 

echoed off mental walls of stone

 

trapped there,  held there apart from others’ sight

 

while caught up in a wind lifted moan

 

he stood naked beneath an unmoving sun

 

that dried his flesh and burned his bone

 

his life before him seen in a looping rerun

 

while he stood naked there on a grassless lawn

 

alone, he was, one sunlit dawn .  Copyright Gordon Kuhn 2017