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January 21, 2013 / Fantelius

A (picture of a) Peaceful Day


The six white chairs sat around the little table
to discuss the land wedged into the horizon
between the sea and the sky.
The poles stood guard and asked not why.
The bolt-lined path contained some stones,
a reminder of the children who had been there.
Such a peaceful day.

Now they are gone, the people and the children,
gone in many different ways
—all of which were unnecessary—
but for the same reason.
Let us not ask why.
Let us enjoy the peaceful day,
like the guards,
protecting empty chairs at the end of the path
beside the sea
beneath the sky.



“Poetry shouts at thoughts that hide from our awareness.”
Dartwill Aquila


(Tomorrow: Devil Dog’s Drowning Souls)

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  1. Ashmoto / Jan 21 2013 4:00 am

    Beautiful and uplifting words!

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