Poetry

No New Star

No New Star

Broken, broken
Senseless, sudden
Routine stolen
Ripped away, without a trace

A life taken, no explanation
Please, no, you must be mistaken
While around, in every detail
Life goes on,
Oblivious
But for the screaming vacuum
Dust-panned debris of devastation
Fragments, remnants still in place
Of a crumpled, tossed aside
Collapse of time and space

Lost, begotten
Hopeless, trodden underfoot
A moment
Trapped in tears that will not come,
Crushed by the weight of a brave face

No greater good,
No new star shining.
Only dust
A gaping void
That nothing can replace.

29 November 2019

Jon Collins

Jon Collins

Word weaver, tale teller, singer of songs, baker and candlestick maker. Pattern whisperer. Distiller of clarity from complexity. Professional focus on software delivery, with all that enables it.
Cotswolds, UK