In days when rays of sun played hide and seek above the rain

and salted graves whispered names of sunken ships below gray waves

I fed dead fish to penguins brave on shores of rock while sisters prayed

and played dark tunes on sunlit nights and thought of ways to pass away


No one could name that boy today

except a cello stained with pain

hidden with cobwebs in an attic of mine

I have not played 

since nineteen




9 thoughts on “1999

  1. Shawna says:

    Henry, your writing is always so strong, powerful, and unique. I really enjoyed your rhyme and rhythm, and of course the theme of burying former selves, especially those who once dreamed of being buried. These are my favorites:

    “rays of sun played hide and seek”
    “salted graves”
    “except a cello stained with pain”

    Great ending as well. … Even when our lost selves are boxed up, they are only a short ladder-climb away from rediscovery. Hopefully they’re taped up well.

    • Shawna says:

      So glad you’ve come back after a sabbatical. I hope to see your face around more. 🙂

      I just posted a weekly word prompt I do for fun. I’d love for you to take a look at the words and see if any of them grab you; you’re only required to use one of the words in order to participate. You don’t have to use all ten. Plus, I included some really beautiful photographs. Come check it out.

  2. wow man, strong on the emotion….and to give up the art it must have been quite the tragic event as well…obviously since you were thinking of passing away….really well told…great to see you in the pub man

    • Thank you for the comment. Yes it was fun showing up at the pub, even if it was at the last minute. In my piece I tried to convey I hid that particular individual instrument and all it represented, even though it was still in the vacinity of my life. I still love music and play, just not from a dark a place as that cello represented. Clarity has never been a strength of mine.Maybe I will work on it for this Tuesday if you still have open mic night. Been busy on other projects. I have some free time now so I can work more on this part of my poetic expression. Look forward to getting back in the groove Tuesday, Be kool.

  3. dang henry.. wondering what happened that you stopped playing – pain can be played on an instrument best and playing an instrument can be painful– i get this– sometimes there’s no way back– have missed your voice–

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