Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

Wooden chests lay quiet
in the attic
gather dust and wait
to be remembered

No one visits them
but leaves them
to themselves

Huddling closer together
than they were placed

copyright 2006

Kingdoms gone past
buried with the dead
whose names no longer
merit memory…

Battles fought fierce
with fire
heartfelt purpose
unbearable pain
and burden

And yet
not a word remains
in any text
in any recollection
upon
any Story Teller’s lips…
To pay homage
to the lives spent
in the name
of the purpose
or ideals
Which so much then…
beared such meaning

The dust has settled
into great rocks
of granite
And the stories
only spoken of
by the most stalwart of
ghostly beings…

So fleeting seems
the important moments
of now…
So quickly
they dissipate
into the future
© 2006