My latest poem for Poetry Pot Luck http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com is really depressing. Just warning you. It’s about death, not my usual fare. No, I’m not suicidal,  but if you don’t want to hear something unhappy, really don’t read this.

He went somewhere,

down a road no one mapped.

The road led to nowhere,

but he did not turn back.

It was too late, too tiring,

to look back or think forward.

No one lived there,

it was too dark to see,

and he couldn’t hear anyone

telling him, “come back

would you please?”


Is there a secret side road

where  sunshine reigns,

the dead never die,

and no one is to blame?

Hope so,

but  I’ll  stay here all the same.

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