This Blog is dedicated to Dr. Beth Crachiolo, now the chair of the English and Theatre Department of Berea College. Beth is truly a wonderful person, and one hell of a teacher! For whatever reason, she seems to believe in my aptitude as a writer and has made it perfectly clear, on more than one occasion, that to not write would be a waste. So I am trying to do something I've never attempted before. Starting today, April 20, 2010, I will try very hard to post at least one new poem a day for 1 year. I'm sure most of them will be utter crap, but you never know when the muse might strike. Please feel free to respond to any post at anytime, I value constructive comments.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Vestiges

Vestiges

My life hangs placid at its noon day position
Yet to look at it, I see nothing more than early dawn
No pale pinks and blues cutting through the void of night
No promise of the warmth to come
If it is to come at all
Perhaps not dawn, but just beyond twilight
Maybe that is where I stand
My eyes searching into the soul-sucking darkness of night
Seeing nothing
What legacy would be left behind?
If this be my last tomorrow
Would I even leave a single footprint in the sand?
Or would I be washed away completely by the next ebb’s flow?
Would it matter either way?
Would there be a point to leave a reason to be missed?
Whom would the benefit befall?
Would it not be better to vanish quietly?
Unnoticed, unmourned, forgotten?
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