Wednesday, June 15, 2016

A Poem from Connie K Walle

It is Coming

like smoke it moves,
weaves its way between cracks

so delicate

holds memories in its hands
names buried in ash
splashes of light

warmth wraps around

chills of forgetfulness
words pushed aside
spilling over

no way to see what's next

no music to lead the way
no hand to hold through the darkness
no remembrance of being invited

Connie K Walle received Tacoma's 2015 AMOCAT award for her vision, dedication and action in creating a lively literary arts community.  She is president of the 25 year old Puget Sound Poetry Connection.

1 comment:

  1. Your words burn, Connie, then leave us cold with chills of forgetfulness.