Seance

They all left in silence
With a hope of being reborn
To wear new clothes come this time
And not washed ones already worn

Can beauty be kept alive
In a bell jar
To never wither
Are dreams; going cold today,
From tommorow any better.
Will the seeds sowed and sheltered
When flowered shall remember
The last touch; it had felt
Before being buried in September
Or the journey shall sell it all
For that chance to breath once more
To see the sun in a different light
And find it the same as before
What afterlife claim no ails
In Meadows of Asphodel
What treasures can hold the sunken ship
Which in memory never set a sail

Perhaps in some distant way
The wind must too feel
Those flower which swayed with it
And the towers that stood ever still

5 thoughts on “Seance”

  1. Blown away once again!

    “What treasures can hold the sunken ship
    Which in memory never set a sail”

    You are a master of this art! 😎

    Also, reciting your poems aloud is a powerful delight! Nobody else’s poem (read wordplays) is worth reciting these days.
    Thank you.

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