Impact And Resonance Poem by Brian Minniear

Impact And Resonance



The peel of thunder, as the roof were off the sky
And I think, gunshot, before I hear its approach and roll.

The report is of a rainy day, and him dead in the apartment three doors away;
I think he was uncomfortable last he was here -
His parting words to me, my fortune to be accompanied by such beauty in life.

Yet, absolution remains a floodgate in the temporal,
And so, I think what happens is you end up mandatorily trading in
Contrived inspiration unawares for the weight of poignancy.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
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