Albert Ahearn Poems
|441.||A Second Spring||10/7/2012|
|443.||What Makes A Marriage?||3/10/2010|
|448.||Idiom: No Love Lost||11/14/2010|
|449.||Splendor In The Grass||7/6/2010|
|450.||Greenhouse Gas (Triolet)||8/17/2009|
|451.||Fire And Ice||2/9/2014|
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I walk alone, bewildered, scared to death.
I haven’t any memory... survey
Through ash and try to think...I snatch a breath
And try again. The air is foul today!
I must be dreaming. That’s it! I’m dreaming.
I’ll soon awaken from this craziness
And find myself aright again. Beaming
A smile and laughing at myself, I guess.
But something isn’t right. It’s what I see:
The people, where have all the people gone?
I see homes and autos, some leafless trees.
They are ash-covered phantoms. Begone!
I’ll waken soon. It's only imagined,
A dream. Oh God! Please ...
I am a squiggly, slimy annelid.
I live my life above and underground.
I’m long and slim; I've no eyes or eyelids.
My life has many, many, ups and downs.
In my earthen home made of dirt and stone
This is my terrestrial element.
Here I’m safe and sound and I’m all alone
Morning mist entices my next ascent.
Here above I lie in grassy wetness.