Tag: <span>April</span>

So sorry readers., I rushed to post

forgetting that: “A poem is never finished,

only abandoned.”

—Gudrun

FROZEN SOULS Update

1

At 5:00 pm

guards would start collecting women;

children looked through bombed out eaves

to see stars, sometimes the moon.

Once there was a different kind of light—

something conscious.

A child inhaled the essence

like food she was not getting.

2

Rachel stretches. This 70 years old memory,

she thinks, and now another dangerous era.

The pandemic needs drastic measures.

And the horse porch hearth glows;

new beams mix with old.

We watch home movies.

The hitching post stands idle.

(c) Gudrun Mouw

April, 2020

A Poem