The Black Sticks of Garmisch

another poem for my son, who is missing presumed dead in the Bavarian Alps

a maze of strict wood

dark moss that begs for steps

silent and loyal

you birth again the lost,

green a half life, rest alone

under the stars

more ever than the cold moon

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Every word in this short poem counts. The second stanza, particularly poignant. I am so sorry for your loss.

Chris

[Leslie Philibert]

Dear Christine, my thanks for your kind words. I am trying to get to terms with this. It is not easy, but the thoughts of people like you help a lot.

[Chris Shaw]

I can not begin to imagine this type of pain, but rest assured that every parent reading these words will feel your agony. Take care.

Chris

[Lyn Anderson]

Speechless. Stark works. Pain palpable in such a confined space. So sorry.

[Leslie Philibert]

Dear Lyn, thank you for the kind words. As you can imagine, this is a nightmare for all parents. Your thoughts help

[charlie]

arresting from the first line ...

I am sorry for such tragedy.

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the kind words. I am trying top accept the death of my son, and not doing too well