Seeing No Tomorrow Dead wood hard and brittle that won’t take fire veins choked with dust heartwood black as the space between the stars strange as dark matter a grief invisible and wordless so deep the world moves back forever out of reach no welcome for you in that perfect light no absolution- you are the opposite of possibility a stopped watch a dead end a mouth without a tongue a bridge that ends abrupt in empty air Mary McCarthy This poem was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge. Mary McCarthy has always been a writer, but spent most of her working life as a Registered Nurse. Her work has appeared in many online and print journals, including Earth's Daughters, Gnarled Oak, Third Wednesday and Three Elements Review. She is grateful for the wonderful online communities of writers and poets sharing their work and passion for writing, providing a rich world of inspiration, appreciation, and delight.
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Norbert Kovacs
10/21/2016 08:03:59 pm
An interesting vision for the end of Moses's life.
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