An Acute Absence Of Weather (For My Little Brother Brian) Poem by Dónall Dempsey
An Acute Absence Of Weather (For My Little Brother Brian)
tomorrow arrived too late
to save you
you had become
the past tense
no longer present at your own life
time had abandoned you
the world turning its back
on the sun
staring into the night
a darkness
without stars
the far away barking of dogs
a somewhere
that's nowhere
where even the weathervane
doesn't know which way to turn
the acute absence
of weather
A darkness without stars! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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4/26/2024 7:57:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem. I very much enjoyed it.