gray outstretched arms
waving without and within,
a song sent over the ridge
ridge-crest-covering crescendo,
ripping siding from wall-sides
snapping the breath from my dried lips…
face to the ground, face to the ground…….
a glob of bright red acrylic paint
and a whispering, a whispering above my ears
the breath of God came and took her
though the body on the tailgate…
these tears painting are painting her face
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About thelostkerryman
Thelostkerryman is an author, entrepreneur, and disciple- this side of Tir Na N'Og- living in the forests of a consistently confused country.
Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley, store-made soda bread resembles an inedible Irish megalith, and Kerrygold is only found hidden like a luck penny in the belly of Kroger.
This blog is an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above.
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