SUMMERTIME RHYMES- # 45 “Blades And Graves”

“Blades And Graves” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Blades And Graves”

 

I often walk by sections of grass,

With my hand out.

The grass tickles my palm and fingers.

I try not to break the blades.

Trying to catch the tangible delicate concrete things.

 

Too often, I’ve walked by a loved one’s coffin,

With my hand out.

The coffin resists my pressure.

I try to not let it break me.

Trying to catch the tangible monstrous abstract things.

 

Gentle, and harsh things.

Touching, life and death.

 

Touching.

Reaching.

Looking.

Finding.

Meaning and meaninglessness.

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