By Theresa Gaynord
PROMPT—Ask Me.
A bluebird’s carcass lays on
the side of the road and I
watch the slow progression
of another summer gone by.
Gusts of wind whip through
the barren branches of trees,
without making a sound. I
stumble over my own feet.
What if we could freeze-frame
the memories of this little bird?
Could we collectively share
them into a final embrace?
Cruelly I surrender to the task
of burial. Cruelly because it’s
so final, the tragedy of death,
of grief.
What if George Floyd’s memories
hadn’t faded? What if kindness
shut out the clouds? What if
sunshine fell upon the lid of
the coffin? What if the blindfold
was removed from our eyes?
What if love turned into rain?
Electric currents of spiritual energy,
warms the dampness, brightens
the darkness, ends the story,
with the promise of a new
beginning.
Theresa Gaynord likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of-body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan nature and the occult. Theresa also writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and realistic dramas. She is said to be a witch and a poet (within the horror writing community). She is a psychic medium and a former elementary school teacher. Theresa's writing has been published in a number of magazines, ezines, anthologies, and books. She writes from Miami, Florida.
* This poem is published on the one-year anniversary of George Floyd's death.
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