Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Poem of the Day: “All the Last Notes” by Ross Balcom, Frequent Contributor and Poet of the Week

Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “All the Last Notes” by Ross Balcom, a Songs of Eretz Frequent Contributor and this week’s Poet of the Week.  Mr. Balcom’s biography may be found in the “About Our Editor & Frequent Contributors” section.

All the Last Notes
Ross Balcom

The French cutlery has a way of reflecting your eyes

I credit you with that sudden lull in my thoughts
when my blood pressure

Time scatters light
from your nowhere curls.

Crocuses along the footpath...
the magic wheelbarrow...
the old dwarf...

They found your shoe in the well.

The spring peepers proclaim it:
Pris, you were priceless.

On the pianoforte,
all the last notes

have sounded.

Poet’s Notes:  This is a poem about a dead woman, one Priscilla. She never existed outside of my imagination. I hope she likes the poem.

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