With What Remains

Josh Summers
With what remains
I kneel in dirt, so dusty, so dry, so creek-bed-dead
I cry
I breathe in ash, so cinder, so charred, so colorless gray
I pray
I bleed
With what remains
Drops of blood splash
On barren earth in time with my wristwatch
Parched pale land swallows each red
A thirst never quenched, a glut with no
I plead
With what remains
I fled
Rotting in a pine box
So much
In the past
I knelt on gold, so bright, so bold, so filthy rich cold
I lied
I drank fine wine, so dry, so smooth, so sate with pride
I died
Like a loosed leaf
I saw what remained of me
In a creek bed
I plead from what is left
Mercy … God … please
Grant another step
Consume time survived
Like a seed
In your garden of life
And if I bloom in spring
Let my reflection
Your face
With what remains
Of me
In You
For Sunday Scribblings #271 “The next step” and Poetry Pantry #53

10 thoughts on “With What Remains

  1. yes! i love this phrase "a glut with no quit" whoosh!i also came by to say this: As Poets United celebrates its first anniversary this week, we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year, we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.

  2. To say anything would be too much. To say nothing is to say too litle. I simply bow my head in acknowledgement of this poem and photo. They take my breath! pat

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