Returners

I dreamt a gentle death awaited us.

On some September night a vacant world

Of long departed children whimpered out.

Awake adults forgot this passing dream

Or thought themselves above the childish game.

A few returned to glimpse the offline grave:

Without a sun, the sky was dull as clay,

The pall of lands removed from time and space.

Beneath its fabric idle buildings tried

To win their masters back with figures fit

To meet the comforts of the last to go.

Alas, bereft of men to please, they stood

Untouched, unloved, and all alone to hear

The silence.

Reviews

[Vol]

Kitty,
I love it when a poet looks beyond the flowers and clouds to lift the edge of the carpet, to tell the truth about what lies underneath. Real poets know of both, and must, are compelled, to say in words what we see with our eyes, and understand with whatever that thing is we are stuck with inside our bones.
Vol

[Davidgeo]

Wow. Nice work kitty. Kinda made me think of what would happen if Nightmare on Elm Street and The Matrix made a crossover movie.

You're a good cat, good kitty.

[Lisasview]

Just a quick hello to say I cam back to read your poem again.
Hope you will find the time to read mine as well You might like Innocence or Cry...or perhaps another one.
Enjoyed your thoughts again Kitty.
Lisa

[Lisasview]

Hi Kitty,
Such a sad poem and quite well expressed in your words.
Tha k you for sharing your thoughts,
Lisa, now in Spain

[Robert Haigh]

Some beautifully dark, poetic imagery in this heart-felt piece! A powerful write!

[ev vileville]

I am new at reviewing but I felt like I could see some of the imagery here. Sad world we live in but you penned it well.