To What We Lost – Joan McNerney
Welcome back, Ponderbots! Picking up where we left off, we have Joan McNerney bringing us moving poetry. Her imagery is bittersweet with its honest reflection of sadness and hope.
Flowers for the Dead
This is the way
I see your face.
O you are dead
your face frozen
and moist.
I love you and search
for you everywhere as
light dims to darkness
and darkness brightens
to light.
We once arranged our
days in that small
vase of time given us.
I see your face
reflected there now
in a vase full of
flowers for the dead,
reeds of tears.
O your face facing me.
Tears flowering from me
until my vase of time
spills over and we meet
in that season called
eternity.
Poet:
Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net
