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Poem: Elegy for Words Unsaid

Now we speak words for the dead
That are filled with effusive praise
All the things we wish we had said
To passed deaf ears we now raise
With dry mouths we liven tongues
Parched in heat of a sun that mocks
Our wet cries from hoarse lungs
For our comrade resting in his box
With tired verse we try to bring peace
Not to the soul for whom we sing
But those left here seeking release
For the comforts we couldn’t bring
To poor Yosef in those last final hours
We pray he did not suffer long alone

With our insignificant words and flowers
As final gifts as he finds heavenly home

This week’s experimental poem is an Elegy. Read more about this poetry form by clicking here.

Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.


3 thoughts on “Poem: Elegy for Words Unsaid

  1. And THAT, Ladies and Gentlemen is how it is done!
    Wowza good.

    When I read it through the 2nd time, I mentally added punctuation where I figured I’d put it and (for me, anyway) I think it provided valuable signposts, which smoothed it out more into the spoken voice I imagined delivering this fine work.

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