


Another poem in response to Shawn L. Bird’s Poetic Diversity Project prompt for her Masters class. For March…
Where, except in uncreated light, can the darkness be drowned? ~CS Lewis ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈
Death forever took all I had All I would ever be Even a future So much yet undiscovered…
I reckon some will say, I’m a bubble off plumb That’s for sure and for certain. The silliness…

(My daughter’s 7 year old full Arabian horse Silver Sight, aka ‘Thomas’.)
Am I here, As weariness sets in. Lost in the veiled mysteries of, What is meant to be?…