New Sod Poem by Sona Wilae

New Sod



This day of sixty fruitful weeks shadow
pristine relics of bundled keepsakes
adorned in obsolete gazettes of passing
snow storms, puppy training and next door's
junk mail.

Transition logs re-call six states,
five military orders, four duty stations, six
rusted buckets of salted moisture
saturate St. Augustine sod transplanted
from pallets.

New horizons, new cacophonous chirps,
new frayed nerves of civilian jitters, quilted
furniture unveils new dust trails, and old
scratches of worn happy shoe scuffs
trigger goosebumps.

New Sod
Friday, December 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: family life,home,military service,moving on,neighbors,new year
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Military life is one duty station after another, and transitioning to new regions, states or countries is exciting and bittersweet. I don't miss packing and unpacking, though. Finally settled.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 15 December 2017

Sona, such an interesting write??????

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Sona Wilae

Sona Wilae

Central Florida
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