Sarah's Palindrome Is Not A Sonnet

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Sarah’s Palindrome Is Not A Sonnet

“When written in Chinese, the word “crisis” is composed of

two characters--one means danger, the other opportunity.”

--John F. Kennedy

Time is but a ghost dance in many hearts,

those who’ve been touched by me;

that Grand Transition, crossing over,

thresholds unseen but often imagined;

my dream that is this life will end--

I will awaken to a rainbow suit

draped over a beauteous bed post,

as loving light radiates

from my translucent fingertips

in a white room without mirrors,

without walls.

Without walls

in a white room without mirrors,

from my translucent fingertips

as loving light radiates

draped over a beauteous bed post

I will awaken to a rainbow suit;

my dream that is this life will end,

thresholds unseen but often imagined,

that Grand Transition, crossing over

those who’ve been touched by me;

time is but a ghost dance in many hearts.  

We witness those smudged trails of mascara

running down fluttering cheeks, soon

powdered dry, following that brilliant nano-second

of my passing--the traffic lights still blink green,

just the tiny grief-wailing,

a choral exhalation of sad breath as new life,

a litter of kittens, a hundred thousand

old souls emerge as bawling infants,

fresh blossoms burst their pods,

the Circus Train moves on. 

The Circus Train moves on,

fresh blossoms burst their pods,

old souls emerge as bawling infants,

a litter of kittens, a hundred thousand,

a choral exhalation of sad breath as new life,

just a tiny grief-wailing

of my passing--the traffic lights still blink green,

powdered dry, following that brilliant nano-second

running down fluttering cheeks, soon

we witness those smudged trails of mascara.

Glenn Buttkus

October 2013

Posted over on Poetry Jam

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