Writing prompt: Greeting Fate

The alarm clock screams me awake. Oh my kingdom for a moment's reprieve, but nooooo, not even the morning's light stops its progress.

Somewhere between a yawn and stretch, the phone rings. I know who it is, so I don't answer. Why should I? No matter the path I take, the outcome will be the same.

Stomping into the kitchen, fear and anger furrow my brows. These feelings weigh like rocks and they're crushing me. I grab a cup of hot obsidian brew, breakfast is on hold today.

Wait...is that fate knocking?     

There's a silence

There's a silence in the wind
only trees would ever know,
in the rustling of their leaves
which refuse their to and fro.

It's the kiss taken for granted
thinking tomorrow would be the same,
but like a falling star
there is only one refrain.

So as we gather to us
the words you've left behind,
may the sorrow that's about-
find the peace in which you lie.




This poem was written for a fellow writer who passed away recently. Your words will forever be with us Mike.